There was a low-pressure build-up upon our take-off at noon that caught us taking the zigzag pattern avoiding the might of a pounding rain. We eventually found an exit outside the range of a cloud formation finding ourselves at the roof of the heavens guided by the noon sun. I have the feeling that biological death at 2,000 ft. at the speed of a commercial airliner slammed against the walls of a concrete 110 storey skyscraper is painless contrary to how it was grimly portrayed on TV. No more could I imagine having been caught in a mid-air explosion aboard an aircraft that was blinded by heavy rains slammed against the mountainside. Or consider surviving a would be tragedy thinking leisurely at altitude after getting through heavy clouds, 3 souls inside a flying metal enclosure testing the wrath of the heavens.

We entered the Metropolis’ skyline and followed a pattern to land returning back where we had been in the last 5 hours. Everything else in life is routine until an occurrence changes your direction to breathe life with difficulty or added ease. The chopper’s skid landed with a thud on the helipad and the weight of my reality welcomed my return on the ground. The gravity of the anxiety being one among 76 million souls caught up reacting to the World Trade issue as a possible start of the 3rd World War. The gravity of the local issues with the attention on the rising cost of living, crimes, insurgency, worsening political situation and the added expenses that goes with the deduction of free text messages. I made my post-flight inspection on the helicopter in the late afternoon having my mind cleared with a realization. The heavy rains removed bug stains on the windshield with an added ease on my post flight inspection thus reducing my work. Bugs don’t build skyscrapers, they don’t terrorize each other and they don’t spread news about their dead, seemingly dying in peace. Wise as it may seem, bugs remain bugs and who cares? Failing to heed their example we end up dead, smashed against skyscrapers no less than their kind that were crushed on the windshield. There are restless souls but only dead bugs.