Left-Behind Cities
"Mom! Is dad leaving us forever?"
Ksenia said from her bed when she saw me putting on my jacket and preparing to leave in the middle of the night.
At that moment, I didn't know that soon I would be flying over the lights of the night city, thinking about its beauty.
When you fly, you see countless lights from the windows of those who remain on the ground. You pull away from them, and yet you return to them. You feel the beauty of the flight, dream of flying far, observing, feeling, loving, and praying during scary moments. It's especially good to pray during take-off and landing. Planes fly very fast, sometimes there's not enough time to truly appreciate the beauty, to really feel like a bird.
Today, as well, while flying over all those left on the ground, with empty thoughts, and only a feeling that it's very beautiful, I wandered over the nighttime tombstones. Even the children, seeing the first pictures, asked, "What is this colorful city?" And then, upon closer examination, they understood.
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