There are a lot of ways to die and this isn't in my top five (peacefully sleeping and death by chocolate being among the favorites) but I buckle in and lay my whole life into the hands of one dorky brother-in-law as we vibrate down the little country airstrip, headphones crackling and bodies bouncing in the cramped back seat. And, like it's nothing, we're airborne. We're flying. The taillight perforates our little cabin with blinking red and ice rings the lake beneath us like cool frosting.
The world is smaller from the air. Owen Sound and Mount Forest are neighbours meeting nightlight bloom in a sky that rocks and holds us on wings of nothing. We bank tight and Walmart is a dollhouse and cars are just fireflies drifting along Highway 4 and for one small moment I am wildly free...
Just noticed this one. I see you landed safely. Richard
ReplyDeleteWe certainly did, Richard! It was such a nice surprise to see our community like the birds do :)
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