Crossovers

Late yesterday evening, I glanced over at that girl while we were sitting together on the sofa and asked: “Is that a jet I am hearing?”

“Yes,” she answered.

I could hear deep rumbling over the sound of our television.  The sound was profound enough I felt it lightly tickling at my skin.

Curious, I stepped outside the front door and looked up into the sky.  High above our valley, slicing through thin layers of clouds, I saw a formation of four jets flying straight southward.

Big jets.  Transports or Bombers.

I returned to the sofa and gave the jets no more thought.

At 4:30 this morning, I stepped out the front door after getting my coffee started and scanned the stars, as is always my habit.  Low and to the east, I noticed what I thought was a cluster of four stars blinking.

What would make stars blink like that, I wondered?

I studied them more closely.

They were advancing against the stationary stars nearby.

Curious, I walked out into the chill prairie darkness and studied the blinking stars.  The stars began to approach more rapidly as I watched.   Soon, they transformed into a diamond formation of four jets flying westward high above our valley.

Big jets.  Transports or bombers.

-- Mitchell Hegman