49, high in the sky

One of my favorite parts of working as a stew is when I get to go in the cockpit and take in the full panorama of the world below.  There are winding rivers and golden valleys of monuments, snowy peaks and speckled patches of a million lakes, colorful circles that span as far as the eye can see, and volcano peaks lined up so eloquently in a row.  The night time vistas are just as beautiful.  The Gods poked a thousand holes in a black canvass and let the light glimmer through in patterns that define a city.  Sometimes, when it's cloudy, you get to peek through for just a moment and catch a glimpse of life, and then you look up and see the planets shimmer for you out there in the blackness.  It's the most beautiful office in the world, and I envy the pilots who get the front row seats at this most spectacular and ever-changing show.  The time I have in the cockpit is precious, sharing quiet space with another person just observing the wonder of it all. Clem here is one of the good ones, his eyes still shine after a whole life up in the air.  He hasn't lost the magic, and it makes my day to share the awe with him, even for just a moment.   

Clem.

Clem.