Losing Flight

I parked the old Jeep on the edge

of  a small airport

Just to watch the little red plane

take off.

I could feel myself holding

on to it’s  wings

being lifted from reality.  Only,

I couldn’t take my

Eyes from the beauty of the mountains

and there you stood.

The beacon was lighting your

weary face so that I could see your

pain.

I dropped from my wings

and ran to you.

( writing 101 , day 10, scenery prompt)

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