Pilot's Wife

Plugged into my music library I am hoping to feel inspired... but my mental state is lost somewhere over the Atlantic, after jetting across the world and fooling Father Time. I am back to the land of eternal sunshine which is layered with dust and manicured green space and devoid of the promise Autumn brings.

There is a charred hole in the desert, just a stones throw from my home, that we all seem to be lost in. I am a pilot's wife, who is currently caught up in someone else's despair.

It is a slow Winter's death as the weight of the frost on our emotionally frail limbs leaves us feeling fractured, exchanging too many kisses and I love you's before the car picks him up for a flight.

I am more conscious of near misses on the sidewalk, not wanting to step on the cracks and have my luck change... I need him to come home...