every once in a while, i can hear the planes taking off at night from the nearby airport. an all the sudden stir and rumble starting to the right then moving overhead. but it is never as loud as when it prepares to take off, when it begins to climb. almost as if all its energy goes into the forethought.
and then.. seemingly silent thereafter, crossing january skies.
there are resolutions and plans to be made, i suppose. but until the flight itself matches the roar of the climb, there will only ever be..