Repeatedly you check the belt across your lap is fastened.
A few quick jerks at the safety bar in front of us, seeing if it is secure.
The breaks release.
You grip the bar, knuckles white.
I turn and ask a question.
Well it’s the now the second weekend in October and Autumn has definitely arrived here in central Iowa. Cool days and down right Cold nights, with frost on the ground in the morning. Signs are showing that winter is on its way.
The leaves are turning and yesterday we took the kids out to rake the yard (and jump in the piles). We are still hoping to fit a family trip to one of the local pumpkin farms before the season ends. We also plan on going to the Night Eyes “trick or treating” event at our local zoo.
What Fall traditions do you all have?
I looked back in the distance at the smoke that rose from the wreck of my still burning fighter.
All my emergency gear trapped inside that blazing inferno, beyond reach.
I glance again at the tree with the odd florescent orange fruit.
The humid summer air filled the bedroom, a slight breeze through the open window providing a break from the stifling heat.
The drone of hundreds of cicadas the only sound.
Sitting near the window, the old man smacked his arm.
She crouched down, poking through the ashes with a short stick.
The fire had long burned out, the embers only slightly warm.
Flipping aside a chunk of charred wood, she looked closely at what was uncovered.
Finding nothing, she sighed and left.
He taught me how to read people’s eyes.
As he stood there on the cliff, ignoring the efforts of the park ranger to talk him away from the edge, our eyes met and I saw it.
No despair. No insanity. Just confidence. Calmness.
With a smirk and a wink, he threw himself off the cliff.
Spinning through space.
Stars pass by my vision as I tumble.
The broken tether streaming behind.
Preserve the air.
A beeping sound.
My vision tunnels,
the world goes dark.