Sunday, May 14, 2017


Flying in a six-seat Cessna at 5,000 feet on a clear night can be an exhilarating experience. What a sense of freedom and escape. Looking at all the lit-up towns is truly fascinating. Small patches of 50, 1000, 5,000 lights. Single lights off in an isolated nowhere. Imagine, under all those lights, the stories people could tell: fathers trying to teach their sons how to be a good man; a wife wondering why she married an abusive husband; daughters yet to be married; grandchildren yet to appear; careers still to be realized. Births, deaths, town heroes, town whores, lovers of life, killers of hope. Things beautiful and thoughts ugly flood into my mind. The plane turns dark, except for the lights below and the zillions of stars above. The constellations look like they are alive. The Milky Way, pouring out its miracle elixir. Orion, ready to do battle with evil. The North Star, about to get a new job. It will need to guide us home.The regulator on the plane is out. The instrument panel is black. There is no way to know if the landing gear went down or not. It is a pity such a beautiful night ends with such bad news.

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