A Tap on My Shoulder

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Settling into the shadows of the cockpit as night consumes the course ahead of us…suddenly I feel a presence, like a senseless tap on my shoulder that beckons me to look toward the horizon behind us. As I look toward my wingtip, the light of a distant sunset builds from the horizon and bathes the atmosphere in an orange glow that colors the clouds and fills the cockpit with soft warm light…and suddenly it is gone and we are left in the dark with the electric memories of the moment when we were one with the heavens.

 

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