I watch the clouds as they smear against the pale blue sky like white oil paints

Twilight is obscured by the heavy mist that hangs like a silver halo

The moon streaks hues of glimmering gray onto my window

As the plane gently glides through the cool night air

I watch as my home beneath me is swallowed by the heavy distance

And a luminously drawn horizon

Stretches

Out

Before

Me

And my soul breaks free, soaring alongside the narrow wings of the plane

A surge of freedom sweeps over me

And joy is what blooms the tears into my eyes

As they

Slip

Down

My

Cheeks