a: something that covers or affords protection
The thing about flying is you’re left with so much time with nothing but your thoughts to consume you. Appearing out of nowhere, tears streamed down my face like a faucet left to run continuously on an even medium flow. I tried to keep them bottled up inside, but they were forced out like a dam broke open washing everything in its path. To divert attention from my public vulnerable moment, I looked out at the white pillows of clouds, feeling as if the windows were open I could shower a city with tears of rain and they wouldn’t know the difference.
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