How does it feel to lose something precious which doesn’t belong to you in the first place?
The ground was closing in as we approached to land and I could picture an imaginary image of myself running the expanse of General Aviation Area clad in running attire like a negligible human being among millions of restless earthbound souls trying to make the best of those stored energy running in circles. The ground is calling me back, requiring whatever experience I may have met along the way to be submitted to oblivion as I return to my weary, old self lost in the struggle. I felt the skid reunited with the asphalt taxiway with a thud as we land, I opened the door to alight and opened the cockpit access for pilots to alight. I felt the tired sound of my steps on the taxiway as I clutched my dispatch bag on my shoulder on the way back at the unit hangar. Like a drop of water on a pond that reverberated awhile before it was lost and became part of the whole, I recovered my steps that reverberate along the taxiway before it faded at the noise of turbine engines from aircrafts taking off at the nearby runway. For awhile, this looks as good as being lost with a glimpse of home.
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