Where Will It Land?

The sun is blazing brightly through the windows on this cool fall morning. My best friend just texted some news about another friend we’ve adopted as our own. It’s never good, but I wouldn’t expect any less from our dear little child. Silence has been the word this weekend other than the occasional bird chirping outside or the cheer of a football game on TV. As the decades pass, the noise and crazy antics of youth has given way to diaper changes, school conferences, or staying up tracking planes on an app.

But now my life has been handed back to me. Minus the youth and the boundless energy. To do with as I please, although pleasing myself is still such a distant stranger. No longer are my hands tied to the duties made an unspoken oaths. But those callings still echo through my mind when fearful voices call. Much like our adopted friend we fear and worry about out of habit. So I sit here working on my second cup of cold decaf listening to the Sunday plane flying overhead from the airport. Waiting for the ambulances to scream by with their mornings cargo.

So while you lay in bed, focused on a conversation that means little to anyone but us. Just know you have always been there for me and I appreciate that. I also appreciate all the moments we’ve missed together and the lives we have built. For no one else has had the patience or understanding we have for one another. So as the sun goes by I’m pretty sure it follows a trail it has followed since the dawn of time. But as for us, who knows where the wind will take us or where we will land. With hearts planted in one place and our desires in another. Destiny is a fickle mistress never knowing quite where she will decide to land.