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Friday, April 29, 2005
Above the Clouds
I flew out of town for a few days to re-focus, see some friends, enjoy life for what it is. Life is short. I gotta live it ya know, live it good.
The morning prior to my flight back home, I had an unpleasant exchange with one of my American friends. I became angry because he undermined my good intentions with his own agenda. He launched some hurtful ignorant words. Still, I did my best to enjoy what little time I have left for some sight-seeing.
On my way to the airport, I had a heaviness far worse than when I first arrived into town. I became consumed with unhappy thoughts that I almost couldn't speak when the flight attendant asked if I wanted refreshments. Almost tearing, I nodded no.
I couldn't concentrate on my book because nature seemed to understand how I felt inside. It was dark and gloomy. It was raining. The flight was turbulent. I kept looking out the window to watch the skyscrapers become smaller and smaller. The city below was getting farther and farther, and I was sinking deeper and deeper into my seat.
I had to close my eyes.
When I eventually opened them, the shaking had stopped. I saw a glimpse of a bright orange light playing hide-and-seek with a sea of clouds. The sight of the sun was surreal, almost spiritual. Who knew that above the storm was a calm oasis? It was the perfect visual metaphor, one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I felt lifted. By that point, I shed a tear. Suddenly, I was okay and I found myself saying, "Life is so good."
I took out my camera, snapped a few but I sigh because the final pictures couldn't compare.
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