This Other Life

The flight left at 5:30, which seems insanely early even for an airplane, creature of the sky that it is. But powered by humans, of course, humans who must sleep.

Still, it did leave and it did arrive, and before 9 a.m. I was already where it normally takes me all day to reach by car. And so into my life the gift of time has fallen.

What have I done with it so far?

I've written, read and snapped some photos. I've looked at snow on mountaintops and marveled at the thin pink line where earth meets sky.

I've seen my hometown from the air — there's Keeneland Race Track on the right.

I've slipped quietly into this other life.