A Delayed Homecoming
Coming home is always sweet. Facing delays and missed flights, the challenges of the perennial traveler, it sometimes feels as though we will never reach the comfort of our own beds…after multiple failed attempts to fly standby, we get the last seat on the commuter flight home and the plan starts to feel like it is coming together. The afternoon flight we had originally attempted to make would have put our commute home from the airport soundly in the middle of rush hour and all its accompanying frustration. Now, having let a few hours pass, our view of the darkening highways informs us that rush hour has long since passed and we find ourselves descending peacefully toward base in the warm glow of a Virginia sunset as it reflects off the surface of the Potomac River. The colorful scene fills our hearts with emotion and the thought the we are “Home at last.”
The Aerial Horizon 