The Wings to the Woods

I occasionally pass the airport on the way to visit family. It always strikes in me such great and powerful emotions, some of fear, some delight and still others mystery; but mostly fear. I like to think of it as the wood between the worlds, and once there, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to. It is a destination of limitless possibilities. Each time I see it, it strikes wonder but more importantly fear inside my heart as if there's something I can not escape, it's tied up between my future and my past.


" the beauty of the city at night is the light of the fallen stars"