Flight To Louisville
- Just after taking off into the murky, cloudy, gray day, I find myself looking out the porthole-style window into a view of heaven not seen in 6 years.
- Up here, snow is above and below.
- Up or down.
- It’s all the same.
- White fog.
- Thick.
- The turbulence feels like the bumping and sliding on a toboggan down a real snow-covered hill in Bellwood.
- The wind and the jets sound like the chilly breezes and gusts which coursed through the sleeping trees near the foot of that hill.
- So why am I up here?
- Is this flight a rehearsal [Emeebee]?
- Will I make this same flight out of Dayton and your life in the coming weeks forever?
- Say the right words with sincerity and I’ll stay with you, no matter what the job offer should one come.
- I love you so much.
- Sometimes, even when someone seems to be looking especially at me, I’m afraid to talk to them.
- What if I’m misreading them?
- What if you’re not?
- In a distant airport from my hometown, a lady is looking right at me.
- Yet I can’t move to go near her.
- Why why why why? !!
Tom Hesley
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