Night Flight

I look with a God's eye view at the myriad constellations below me. Some near. Some far. More like little universes, really. Filled, no doubt, with swirling galaxies of people going about their lives in anonymous efficiency.

Some are big. Some are small. I wonder about the small ones. Alone. Proud. Defiant. Probably not all that small, really. Certainly not to the souls that live there. Or maybe they are. Maybe they long for something more. Maybe they don't.

Maybe they are warm and comfortable there, as I will be, once I am again safely ensconced in my galaxy. Even now, the warm pink glow of the west beckons me as day gives in to night. And as surely as the silhouette of the mountains comes boldly into view, so my love awaits me.

I am home.