Outlook

To a sound body

And a serene mind

Bad days and bad weather

Do no exist

Every day is beautiful

Filled with bliss

The storms and troubles

That may come

Offer a challenge

And only make the heart

Beat a little faster

With more life

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The Stars Look Bright Tonight (Wanderer)

I wish someone were up
We could probably pop in a movie
Wouldn’t hurt one bit
To just have some company
But the process is not simple
People think that motives you hide
Your room is a dungeon
They rather not venture inside
So alone you sit
And look into the night
But it’s alright
The stars look bright tonight

Can’t seem to sleep
No surprise here
Moving feverishly
Between bed and chair
I decide to step out
Nothing to do in this room
Don’t know how long I’ll be gone
Probably be back soon
I head out
With no destination in sight
But that’s alright
The stars look bright tonight

I head up the ramp
Look to Her window
What lies in that room is a beauty
Dreaming
Oh how I wish those dreams were of me
But I know it cannot be
So I proceed
Walking with no direction
Following the steps of my feet
Not knowing who I might meet
On a night as tonight
But it’s alright
The stars are bright tonight

All lights are off
The place is void of sounds
No life exists
Except this lone soul roaming the grounds
The silence is peaceful
The view serene
What do you expect
At four fifteen
I take the long way
Nothing better to do
I pass through the great hall
Where we struggle to eat food
I’m like a zombie
A creature of the night
But it’s alright
The stars are bright tonight

Back into my room
Into the darkness I go
Hop in the bed
And prop my pillow
Looking around the room
Thinking
Blinking
Sinking
Into deep thoughts
But I can’t sleep
Though not putting up a fight
But it’s alright
The stars were bright tonight

Flight

I’ve always loved flying. Every summer I would enter a mechanical bird and travel to the island of Dominica. These days, I use a seaplane to travel between St. Croix and St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands on holidays. Thanksgiving is probably the only time that I get/want to travel to St. Croix. Anyways, the flight.

Take Off…

I sit in my seat in the crowded plane. This isn’t a 757, so you’re personal bubble overlaps with the person next to you. The pilot starts up the propellers and we start moving forward across the water. At first it feels like your in a boat as the waves rock you this way and that way. As the plane picks up speed, you get the feeling of being a rock that is skipping across the water. Each wave causes the plane to bounce out of the water. After a moments, the feeling of rising into the air takes place. I watch as the floats stop making contact with the water. We start to soar.

Airborne…

If you’re a believer in a higher power, you imagine his hands under the wings keeping you in the air. You may believe that he is holding the plane up as it flies. Scientists see the combination of thrust and lift in play; lower pressure on the top of the wing and whatnot.

Mesmerized…

No matter what you believe, the view out the window is spectacular. The water is beautiful shades of blue and blue green. The cars become toys, people, ants. You get a view of nature that many do not get to see. This larger scale allows you to take in so much more than you would have on the ground or in a boat. Depending on what kind of flight you’re on, the view remains the deep blue of the ocean or the white of clouds.

Ears pop as the body adjusts to the decrease in pressure. My headphones distract me from the sensation in my ears. Music also takes away from the noise made by the engines. The loud hum is made almost nonexistent as the music fills my ears and soul. I usually put on tranquil music that adds to the peace that I feel in the air.

My destination is fifteen minutes across some tranquil blue water. There are not that many clouds because I’m not that high up. Still, the clouds that we do encounter are tantalizing. They make you want to try walking on them, taste them, feel them. Sometimes I wish that I was flying next to the plane rather than flying in it. I envy the birds that soar through the air.

Wishful…

I always look out for Dolphins or a whale when I fly between my two home islands. I don’t even know how happy it would make me to see a family of dolphins splashing across the water or a whale breaching the surface with a big splash. There’s nothing today but shades of blue. I make out different shapes with the clouds. In an attempt at irony, one of the clouds is in the shape of a dolphin. Funny nature, funny. Halfway there. Time to take a nap. Naps makes the flight feel even shorter.

Home…

I open my eyes in time to see my destination. Landing is always the worst part. The angle of approach is gut wrenching. You anticipate the splash into the water that seems takes forever. The plane glides over the water for some time before is makes contact. Once again skipping across the water like a stone. When the splashing stops, the bobbing returns and the plane is driven to the dock.

The passengers spill out of the plane and are happy to have had a safe flight. I’m happy to be home for another Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving!