JMJ

This is dedicated to my dear friend, Ken.

I was flying into Houston the other day and spent most of it gazing out the window at the storms that blew in and around us. I noted how, gently, the massive engines lifted us and dropped us from dark to light, from storm to calm again and again.

People were reading their magazines or listening to movies on their laptops and all the while the Sun was using the clouds as his canvas. Their colors alternately shifting from his attentions to the jealous Rain's.

I wanted to be a pilot at that moment.

I wanted to have a job that tangibly reminded me everyday how quickly things can change.

How beautiful the world is.

How like the weather, emotions move over you--and if you are paying them any heed, you are enriched.

To be reminded that pushing our way through stormy darkness is so much closer to the glide we take through the Bright Blue than it sometimes would seem.