Plane Ride (Little Drabble #1)

            I am where you see the sun in the early morning; where the sky will vary in hues of pink and red and yellow-orange, like the ones that remind you of fresh fruit in the summer. Where a bright golden orb of hope and a promise of a fresh start rises, infinitely blinding with possibilities that hurt if you stare too long.

            I am where the early-morning mist occasionally appears; thick and eerie, but never lingering too long. It has somewhere to go, places to be, people to meet. I am where the mist will turn into fog and turn into white cotton candy puffs that take the shape of something they will never really become. Where they will disappear as the sun goes down and nighttime rises, only to regenerate the next day, creating new characters. Where Halloween can be every day of the year.

            I am where the planets and stars deceive you; where they sit and giggle at all the people who think they are so close at night, when the air is clear. Where sparkles appear to be shapes and shapes appear to accurately tell your future. Where shapes rest so far away, that they might not even be them. Where the planets cry because you cannot touch them; the same as you do with a true love after heartbreak.

            I am where the rain falls like magic, accompanied by bright light and loud sounds that shake your soul. I am where a mess will be presented for the down-below; where the ground will become a small, temporary ocean and the plants will be stripped of their clothes. Where ‘miles per hour’ will become fallen trees on houses, runaway trampolines, and torn-up gardens.

            I am where you raise your hands in prayer after a bad day, where the only answer ever seems to be. Where you have your heart set for your final breath and what follows. The white light and the angels. I am where emptiness will mock your corpse.

            I am where your balloons will float away; where the sight will become blurry, because you lost your favorite one and now you are sad. Where you will extend your hand as far as it can stretch; where you will jump to, but it will be too late. I am where you will sit and watch your balloon disappear to, until it’s so tiny you might think it’s a hallucination. I am where you will first learn to start tying your strings to your wrist as tight as possible.

            I am where hearts will reach at 2 AM when they have nothing else to grab. Where dreams and wishes convert into midnight caffeine to feed your wonders. I am where you look for hope, because it is the most pure thing you will ever see. Where hearts will turn and chins will lift through troubles.

            I am where your money will go down the drain due to impatience. Where all wish to run away to, yet some remain too afraid. I am where some braves go, where some braves die, where some are lost to emptiness, and never seen again. I am where you can see it all, but nothing at the same time. I am where the freedom is, but where all the devils lurk. I am where you will realize to expect the unexpected, because there really is not much up here after all. 

Reviews

[Christopher Miller]

In spite of the title, I thought this was about the horizon. I can't see it much of any other way, not having access to air travel. Still, it strikes me as the product of a lot of reflection, and I like it.