• Thoughts

    A return visit to Zeyer

    The captain said, “Buckle your seat belts.”  The ride was about to get bumpy. It was the 22nd of July 2013 and I was on a small commuter flight returning from my parent’s house, going to my connecting flight in Dulles. The clouds outside were billowing hugely.  The flight staff was told to take their seats; everyone was told to buckle in and prepare for a bumpy ride. I looked out my window into an ocean of total white as we dove into a massive cloud bank. I stared out my window, my mind felt strangely focused and saw, not clouds, but rather… “Dark. Cold. Snow.  A few lights glinting…