Does perspective have space to breathe? Reading twice before you respond, a breath. Offering more questions than statements, a breath.

Over the course of getting good at it I become numb to the joy of it. Now I’m rediscovering that joy. And eventually creating from my love of it.

How do they make a 737? What is the standard mileage to put on a commercial plane before retiring it? Why don’t planes have headlights?

At some point I saw it. I couldn’t pinpoint when, but like singing along to your favorite song it’s now done out of habit. Watch long enough and you’ll see it, that I’m watching you more than you’re watching me.

Undoubtably unfortunate is what they told her. The sun may rise and set without change. Until one day they’re greeted with unfamiliar landscape. She knows it will. So she waits for that day, with hope in her sails.