The Aerial Horizon

As I sit on the ground on this raindrenched morning in Newark, waiting an inbound jet, I am lost in the thought of how much I loathe being stuck down here…on the receiving end of the weather and gloom…when in my mind, I am already up there…above the weather…marveling in the brilliant play of light on water as we hang together, suspended in the morning light. 

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