It was my first flight of 2003, leaving the southern tropics we approached the equatorial zone with nary an incident so far. Looking out the window, I could see the billowing clouds, distant yet looming. As we approached they appeared to be getting darker, an ominous sign. It was at that moment, a crackly voice, a warning, a call to attention, be alert, but not alarmed. We exchanged glances, was this to be "the one" ?
As the clouds beckoned, I could see them spreading out across the horizon, end to end. Now getting alarmingly, nay, alertingly darker, with rasp bolts of razor lightning behind them. A sudden jolt, bells, whistles, alarms, and calls for cabin crew to be seated. We exchanged looks once more. The fear obvious to one another.
I could sense the intrepidation, I slieghted my hands as an offer of comfort. I held yours firm and reassuringly, I squeezed in a manner that only a fellow human sensing fear, can squeeze. I could sense an opening, a glimmer of hope as I moved my hands across. It was at that point I knew I had found love.
From that time on, no wonder where the flights have taken me, Oh seat belt we shall remain together.
