>
> Moon Over my
> Shoulder
> Was flying at 2000 feet at 4:30 this evening. The sky was like
> gliding a canoe across a mirror-smooth lake. The sunset to the west reminiscent
> of a Spumoni ice cream sundae with swirls of crimson, saffrons and blues and the
> sun like a big round cloud-split cherry sinking into the horizon. Over my left
> shoulder was a perfect, half-round moon. Headlights on the expressway to the
> south looking like a string of pearls thrown upon a forest green quilted
> bedspread, stretching away to the darkening horizon.
>
> My little airplane
> was serenely flying in the warm, soft air that whistled through the wires of her
> wings. God had painted this sky just for my eyes. I was alone with my thoughts,
> high above a darkening patchwork of farmland and forest as long shadows
> stretched across the meadows below. Here and there, a deer or two standing
> perfectly still amongst rows of corn, or at the edge of a treeline shadow cast
> upon the field below.
>
> I drew a long, deep breath of clear, purifying air
> into my lungs. Then, a smile slowly creased my face, and I turned my little ship
> toward home.
> Moon Over my
> Shoulder
> Was flying at 2000 feet at 4:30 this evening. The sky was like
> gliding a canoe across a mirror-smooth lake. The sunset to the west reminiscent
> of a Spumoni ice cream sundae with swirls of crimson, saffrons and blues and the
> sun like a big round cloud-split cherry sinking into the horizon. Over my left
> shoulder was a perfect, half-round moon. Headlights on the expressway to the
> south looking like a string of pearls thrown upon a forest green quilted
> bedspread, stretching away to the darkening horizon.
>
> My little airplane
> was serenely flying in the warm, soft air that whistled through the wires of her
> wings. God had painted this sky just for my eyes. I was alone with my thoughts,
> high above a darkening patchwork of farmland and forest as long shadows
> stretched across the meadows below. Here and there, a deer or two standing
> perfectly still amongst rows of corn, or at the edge of a treeline shadow cast
> upon the field below.
>
> I drew a long, deep breath of clear, purifying air
> into my lungs. Then, a smile slowly creased my face, and I turned my little ship
> toward home.
Malcolm & Jeanne Brubaker
Michigan Sport Pilot Repair
Michigan Sport Pilot Repair
LSRM-A, PPC, WS
Great Sails - Sailmaker
for Ultralight & Light Sport
(989)513-3022
Great Sails - Sailmaker
for Ultralight & Light Sport
(989)513-3022
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