Through the airplane window, winking lights and rain drops.
Wing joints flex, stretch, and open.
Vibration beneath me, the ground moves, slow at first, then gathering speed.
I put my life in your hands, pilot.
The aircraft inhales and pushes away from the earth, my stomach falling away with the rushing pavement.
I feel your exhilaration, your arms snug around me, fingers intertwined with mine.
The first day of the rest of our life?
Rain smears the window and fog engulfs us with a tremulous shudder. Sometimes the ride can be a bit turbulent, but I settle in.
How is it that I can trust the pilot with this gray haze before my eyes?
He has coordinates, instruments, transmitters…tools that are unaware of inclement weather.
Your face is close to mine, watching the swirling atmosphere. A precise, infallible sight that lifts above what natural eyes can see.
The aircraft breaks 10,000 feet and shoots through the cloud bank:
Pale blue sky, and a liquid-orange bulb brightening over a runway of golden cloud.
Pink shadows flutter like opening eyelids.
You’re grinning, pleased with yourself. Pleased with me.