The prompt for this rainy morning (in my part of the country) is Fly.
I miss the sounds of planes flying over the sky..
The “sonic” sounds of C-17s making their mission known
I’m heading out or I’m coming in
Someone is crying tears…of sadness or happiness
The sounds of helicopters making themselves known within the C-17 realm as well
Wondering if it will be an all day event for both pilots or if it is an hour here and in between
The joys of living near a military airfield annoyed me but now I yearn to hear the sounds of flight…