I caught this moment waiting for my flight home from Dallas last Sunday night. I’ve never seen anything like this. It looks like the sun is burning a hold through the clouds. It’s intense heat melts the edges of the overcast sky.
It looks like someone holding a piece of paper over the flame of a candle. The fire singes the paper, and the hole grows bigger and bigger.
We know what’s on this side. Runways. Airplanes. Hangers. Terminals. Travelers. Baggage.
What’s on the other side? Stars, sky, birds. Constellations, galaxies, drones, and satellites. Life that has not yet arrived at our planet?
In just a few moments, I will be looking down from the other side.
