Airport Musings

The dark expanse extends beneath the wings of the plane as it chases the sun. Apollo's chariot unfortunately runs faster than man can follow and the world below gets blanketed in cozy blackness. Patches of brightly lit cities spot the inky landscape creating interesting shapes like constellations in the night. A child's cry breaks the silence that threatens to lull one into it's sleepy embrace. The mothers soothing reasserts the peace that was held by all aboard as the land below continued to slip by without the notice of most. As darkness descends upon the world it's harder to distinguish a location but the view intrigues none the less. What patterns have man created upon this world? What constellations have been added to the earth? What imaginations we mere mortals have to have created such interest. It makes one wonder how. You can say a city is beautiful but until you see it from the air at night you cannot truly comprehend the marvel of man's invention.

Charle, the Prodigal (The Seven)

Charle, the Prodigal

The sun has all but set at this point in time. In front, above, and behind me, dark clouds haunt the sky as the reddish-purple light of the sun seeps through the cracks as the night approaches. It’s not expected to storm, and yet all I can see is the brilliant flashes of lightning contrasting the darkness of the sky. Eh. It’s not worth my time; it doesn’t concern me. Good riddance, too.