A night to remember
The moon beam streaked in to the small decrepid space, littered with various pieces of equipment in varied states of dissaray. The broken and shifted trim wheel, the Artificial horizon hanging from its wires and hoses, multiple switches popped out of their holders and hanging from their wires. The moon shines in through the shattered remains of what was once the pupils of this ex creature of the sky. The other pupil is covered in moss from years of sitting out in the field where the body of the creature had been abandoned years and years ago.
The beams of the moonlight shine onto something that does not belong here amidst the scene of age and chaos. The silvery light lands on the soft and smooth curves of the face of another being. A being that is a big part of my life. Probably the most important being in my life. Her dark eyes glint in the half lite of the flight deck.
This small, smashed area is my sanctuary. It is where I go to when I need to get away from all the crud going on in my life. My job, traitorous friends, and over bearing parents. Up until this time I let no one know of this place. But with this person I felt that my trust in them was well enough. I also knew she could climb up the precarious rope ladder that led in through the hatch 12 feet off the ground.
She was a precious thing to me, sitting there next to me, on the tattered and sun baked seat, of this once majestic bird.
"I know it looks like a total wreck" I meekishly say to her as she traces her fingers along the rather intact control colum. "well, it is a total wreck. I am not sure how long she's been here, but I do know the owner abandoned her, and vanished. She's been here ever since." My companion's hands drift to the ravaged throttle colum. Her eyes and face convey utmost curiosity as she looks over the scene of decay. I continue "She was an old Feeder liner back in the days they used such prop jobs for bridging the big airports with little airports. " She tries to move the frozen contols, to no avail, they haven't moved in decades. "I just find this the perfect place, other than a grave yard, to haunt, especially at night, when I am feeling overwhelmed by life." I gaze at her dark clothed figure, her long black hair, her small, and perfect face. I glance down at those little but strong hands with long shapepley fingers, topped off glittery black nail polish, as they move about the flight deck.
" I love this place" she says, as she looks right into my eyes. "It is so quiet. It is like a grave yard for this old plane. This plane is like a deceased bird, or dragon, and it looks like the earth is reclaiming her." She looks toward the back of the flight deck and points "I can hear all the birdy families that live in her. She has become a part of nature. I noticed the moss growing on the skin, and other areas. It is a beautifulj example of decay." She then gently takes my hand and looks at me "I can totally see why you would come here, it is beautiful".
As boring as it sounds I was in bliss. I was in my sanctuary, and in the presense of someone I loved very much. We two just quietly sat there in that scene of chaos where once there was order, and held one another. That night, my friend and myself formed an almost unbreakable bond.
It was a night to remember.
The beams of the moonlight shine onto something that does not belong here amidst the scene of age and chaos. The silvery light lands on the soft and smooth curves of the face of another being. A being that is a big part of my life. Probably the most important being in my life. Her dark eyes glint in the half lite of the flight deck.
This small, smashed area is my sanctuary. It is where I go to when I need to get away from all the crud going on in my life. My job, traitorous friends, and over bearing parents. Up until this time I let no one know of this place. But with this person I felt that my trust in them was well enough. I also knew she could climb up the precarious rope ladder that led in through the hatch 12 feet off the ground.
She was a precious thing to me, sitting there next to me, on the tattered and sun baked seat, of this once majestic bird.
"I know it looks like a total wreck" I meekishly say to her as she traces her fingers along the rather intact control colum. "well, it is a total wreck. I am not sure how long she's been here, but I do know the owner abandoned her, and vanished. She's been here ever since." My companion's hands drift to the ravaged throttle colum. Her eyes and face convey utmost curiosity as she looks over the scene of decay. I continue "She was an old Feeder liner back in the days they used such prop jobs for bridging the big airports with little airports. " She tries to move the frozen contols, to no avail, they haven't moved in decades. "I just find this the perfect place, other than a grave yard, to haunt, especially at night, when I am feeling overwhelmed by life." I gaze at her dark clothed figure, her long black hair, her small, and perfect face. I glance down at those little but strong hands with long shapepley fingers, topped off glittery black nail polish, as they move about the flight deck.
" I love this place" she says, as she looks right into my eyes. "It is so quiet. It is like a grave yard for this old plane. This plane is like a deceased bird, or dragon, and it looks like the earth is reclaiming her." She looks toward the back of the flight deck and points "I can hear all the birdy families that live in her. She has become a part of nature. I noticed the moss growing on the skin, and other areas. It is a beautifulj example of decay." She then gently takes my hand and looks at me "I can totally see why you would come here, it is beautiful".
As boring as it sounds I was in bliss. I was in my sanctuary, and in the presense of someone I loved very much. We two just quietly sat there in that scene of chaos where once there was order, and held one another. That night, my friend and myself formed an almost unbreakable bond.
It was a night to remember.