It’s such a little airplane and it’s 75-years old, too. But it flies. So high it disappeared into the clouds. For an hour, all we could hear was the occasional buzz of the engine. We had hoped to catch a ride, but eventually, we couldn’t even hear it, much less see it.
It was a long trip home through little twisting roads, so we wanted to get home while it was still light … or at least get to familiar roads before dark. We hoped we’d be able to go back, but it didn’t happen and now, it doesn’t look as if it will ever happen.
Sometimes a missed event is permanent, though you never imagine it will be forever.
And of course, we need the song to go with it, right?