Last night on our evening walk about 9pm., I could hear a commercial airplane coming from the south on it's way to the Portland Airport. It's a normal sound and I normally check out the flight as it passes just east of us. The night sky was most cloudy but the portion of the sky near the moon was almost clear.
As I gazed up at the partially full moon, the silhouette of the approaching plane emerged from the clouds and passed in front of it before disappearing into the gloom. It was a split second happening, yet one I will remember for a long time.
Life is made up of those flashes that are there and gone.
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