Flight's Rhythm

My brother has finally arrived to Seattle. Over 2280 miles away from where I live.  Distance is not a problem. Time is.  A year or two could shape a person into a whole new...  That's okay.


I woke up roughly before 5am this morning.  Mh I nearly forgot how dark the sky could seem during those early hours of Fall.  I caught up with the car 3 mins later.  Just enough time to brush my teeth, splash water over my face and grab some pants.  How queer. Since college, I've always had this thought that waking up early gives you the privilege to keep your pyjama on, if not, half way on.  Seems that not much people thinks that way, at least not in the airport.  This walk didn't appear to leave any footprints.


Good bye brother, take care...


It happened like a flash.  Usual morning, casual talk, like nothing is gonna happen and we will see each others tomorrow anyway.  I stepped outside; the sky was as bright as if someone just turn a switch on.