Signals and a Sunset Over Atlanta
A tap on your shoulder, a whisper in your ear, a tingling sensation on your neck…turn around…look at me…turn around… Steaming eastward toward Atlanta, into the gloaming as the sun sinks in the western sky behind us, something beckons me to look over my shoulder…call it a feeling…and I look into a brilliant sunset filtering through a low scattered cloud layer. The silent spectacle demanded to be seen, it called out to me, and I listened. This happens everyday, but often we fail to heed the signals and we miss the opportunity to witness the mysticism that surrounds us.
The Aerial Horizon 