through the window, the bay is a miracle, the ocean flat and green like a foreign field. when i spy the boat, my eye recognizes the frame of reference. suddenly, perspective snaps into place. the watery expanse is even more vast than i had imagined.
we skim above it, cutting through the clouds. despite the press of people, i am alone, suspended, fully alive, one with sky, sea and time. the exhiliration sweeps everything from its path. were i to die now, the plane suddenly plunging into that green abyss, it would be nothing short of perfection, a reunification with everything that already rushes within me. there is no fear, only joy at the tremendous, aching beauty.
whatever comes next will be the perfect thing that is meant to happen. this moment is the acceptance of peace.
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