dug out all these american flags that we keep around for 4th of
July and poked one in each planter around the yard. i didn't even
know we had so many american flags lying around in the garage.
house is located right in line with many of the airline's flight
paths across the sky. Each day and night you can hear high up in
the clouds, the sound of planes passing by. It's not loud, just
a faint reminder that something is moving overhead. It becomes almost
tranquil to hear familiar sounds like that. It wasn't until last
night, standing outside in the cool night air that I realized that
I haven't heard those sounds in days. And then out of the darkened
skies, among the stars, a lone airplane flying overhead. At that
moment, I couldn't help but realize the significance for those people
to be on that plane, heading to their destination. Finally.