Bridges In Between

To pass this way again seems an impossibility, as if this singular moment in the heavens could be replicated in some practice of celestial alchemy, yet it is forever inscribed in our memories and relived in our dreams. When I contemplate “passing this way” I often think of building bridges, leaving something behind to ease the journey of others…and in this moment, as I watch the fading contrail dissipate and drift through twilight, I realize that our memories are like bridges between our realities and our dreams, providing solace and comfort when we travel through more turbulent skies.

One morning over the Gulf of Mexico.

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