I am on an overcrowded El Al plane.
People are standing in the aisles.
The man next to me asks me to change my aisle seat
with his male friend to middle one in next row.
I laugh and say no way.
We leave two hours late,
no ultra-Orthodox Jews involved.
End of story.
From 37,000 feet, we could see clouds and sunset,
now back in Jerusalem, Israel,
more clouds and rain before Shabbat.
שבת שלום