Late Night Flight
I painted this on a late night flight in mid-December from Wisconsin to LA.
The lights from a city just below the horizon cast a ghostly glow on the clouds between us
that faded into a vast and velvet night, prickled with stars.
Gradually, the city's light shrank back into the darkness.
Its ghost lingered on the horizon before following suit, still (somewhere) but beyond reach.
Like everyone else I have lost people, will lose people and in time be lost.
I am losing people now.
There are people I will never speak to again.
There are people I will never speak to again, though neither of us knows it.
We are brief flickering ecosystems coexisting in a fractal of worlds (within worlds).
What lies beyond is out of reach. We explode in a scourge of light before
flickering and fading into the night, followed in time by our ghosts.
We all become part of the night. Let this bring peace.
Let this bring brighter moments during the day.
Let this cast a beautiful haze on the moments between us.
I painted these during the same stretch of flights. Less to say here, other than look at that beautiful horizon folks. Always out of reach and all the more glorious for it. Lambaste.
