Grace in the sun

In my new commuting pattern, I pass by a major airport, and I never fail to catch a glimpse of a plane coming in or heading out for a destination mundane or exotic. Wistful at the thought of where I can go. One moment from last week lingers in my mind...On the way home, I saw a 747 gliding into the airport against the backdrop of the sitting sun. The big jet looked stately, graceful, elegant as the light faded and it lowered itself onto the runway. I see that picture so clearly; it was a beautiful moment...