He did his flight check and run up. I had given him one choice, no out, and I wondered if I would regret it. As the plane took off I looked out the window, saw the campground and our campsite. My thoughts raced back in time to so many moments with us. I couldn’t get sentimental, this was here, now. He either had to grab it or let it go. We didn’t try to talk over the engine. I couldn’t wait to get home. The silence was painful.
I tried to think of things I could talk about but it all seemed trivial and forced so I didn’t say anything. The plane’s engine hummed in my ears. I heard Ryan talk into the radio and knew he was talking to the Palomar tower. I could see the runway and the ocean, cool and blue beyond. I watched the ground as he circled on his approach. He landed the plane and we taxied back to the flight school. He pulled the plane into its parking space and turned off the engine. I looked over at him. He took off his head set and looked into my eyes. I waited almost holding my breath.
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