Clouds

As I was flying out of Chicago on Sunday I had a waking dream where I saw Bo. As is my custom, I settled in to my seat, pulled out the pillow, and promptly fell asleep before take-off. It's really the best way to fly. Get in. Sleep as much as possible. I like the window seat because i can scrunch up next to the glass and lay my head on the tiny airplane pillow and go oblivious for the first hour and a half of the flight.

We must have been making our ascent when we encountered turbulence. The dark western Illinois sky bounced us around -- up and down, back and forth, side to side ... half aware of my seat mate digging her nails into her palms and gasping, I remember reaching over and patting her knee. "don't worry. it's cool. tornados never happen this time of day."

As I was drifting off again to the up and down jerking of the plane, i remember thinking "gosh. it sure wouldn't suck to die this way. it would be quick. i'd see Bo again."

and then he appeared to me. in red. a red jumpsuit. all polyester. all super-fly. and his hair was brown. he was floating in the clouds. smiling at me. peaceful. smug. vague. very.... Bo-like.

i felt very comfortable -- peaceful even...like i could sleep right through a plane crash and maybe see him again.

it wouldn't be my fault. just an accident. and then, i could be with Bo.

and then i was conscious. my face pressed onto the window glass -- i blinked my reluctant eyes open to the blinding white light.

in front of me was the most brilliant beautiful blue sky. way up above the storm we had flown. and the new grownd below was a snowy landscape of cumulus clouds streaked with gold and pink.

it looked like Heaven. and for a second i thought i was there. in beautiful heaven -- looking for Bo.