Autumn mornings are quiet and dark.
There is no bird song, 
No early sun out my window.
Just the hum of taxying planes at the airport.

People start their workdays so early.
But they showed up
So we can all get to our destinations
And on with our day.

Another example of our interconnection.

And the small prayers, 
the anxious breath, 
the trust and faith.
All on the line.

A prayer for safety,
A prayer for the pilot and staff
Happening right outside my window
With each taxying plane.

The roaring, powerful jet engines
Remind me to breathe and meditate
And to send good journey vibes
To my fellow travelers in this life.