Candle Light Destiny December 2, 2015February 12, 2016 We cruise at 30,000 feet half way between departure and arrival, the arm rest next to me fully occupied its body deep in sleep. The flight attendant’s eye lash briefly glowing orange with morning light streaming through my porthole window. Her smile in profile moves away within my mind as light contrails behind a moving candle. My seat too far forward to rest my head back comfortably, a metal bar against a knobby bump along my spine; the button to recline is broken. Outside a wedge of orange and gray, fields of fallen snow, rush past a sea of blue to the far horizon. Deserts rise to mountain peaks crowned by cloud formations. White light from above streams shadows across the plains below. I close my eyes and watch inside the lash and smile that came to me through morning light, the dreams of past life next to me, clouds and seas and mountain peaks stretching to the horizon, a candle’s light that streams behind the sight of rushing destiny. Share this:TwitterLinkedInRedditPocketPinterestPrintEmailMoreFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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