Eyes Red

A storm chases you out of the valley, but you sleep before the wheels are even up. Toss and turn across the country as it sleeps, and wake in time for metropolitan lights and effortless descent. The flight attendant turns on the lights, explains options. She pauses, and her conclusion wakes your every nerve, warms your cold, buried heart at last. You smile, greet the violet dawn with light steps and a heart on fire. 

And for those of you lucky enough to live here, welcome home.