Besides, I finished the book I was reading (my first Tony Hillerman novel btw) and the seat pocket in front of me is missing my copy of the in flight magazine so what else am I going to do??? Add to that a severe case of holiday blues and there you have it. So back to being 35K up in the air...
It's really an inspiring thing to chase the sun as it makes its steady progress towards the distant horizon, a chase that proves more futile as the colors slowly turn deep red, orange and purple. And as you see the sun making its getaway, you look behind you and see the encroaching darkness. Life is sorta like that. You can be so focused on what you’re chasing that usually its not until its finally out of reach that you look behind you and see that something has been chasing you and is gaining. Odd how quickly roles can shift.
Anyway chasing the sunset… What amazing selection of colors that fiery red ball has on its painter’s pallet that it uses to slowly constructs a truly unique work of art. The clouds, the first twinkling of stars, the lights of small cities below you starting to come on, silvery lakes and rivers – all part of an image that can never be completely recaptured or recreated.
Time moves forward always. And we get carried along that inevitable current. Sometimes we wish we could fight it, find some way to make a special day last a little longer, some way to keep a last conversation from coming to a close. But the cycles and rhythms of life define us and allow us to measure our progress in this mystery that is life. A day has to come to a close allowing the chill of the night to encroach. And only when the night has come to its darkest and coldest can the hope begin for a new day.
So to all who have shared a special part of this day or of those passed, I offer you my most sincere thank you and I look forward to the possibility of a new day that may yet offer another moment in time to be shared and another unique canvas to be painted.
