It’s just past 5:30. It’s been a long night and I haven’t yet gone to bed yet. But as I walked up to my bedroom which is in the attic I looked out of the skylight window and saw six planes drawing vanishing white lines in the dawn sky. All six planes were headed in the same direction, slowly making their way to some other place far from here. I just stood there and watched them in the silence of my bedroom and the stillness of a dawn as the sun rose over the distant clouds in the east.

It’ll be a great day when I get there. A beautiful day I’m sure.