Dark.
Snow.
Wind, powerful blasts.
Jet dances dangerously.
Me, a Southwest veteran.
He, a frightened man.
A first time, old timer.
Eyes closed tight.
Me, reaching a trembling hand.
He, latches tight.
Plane lands hard.
Passengers sigh and cheer
Our eyes connect.
We connect.
Another proof.
Thank goodness.
I still belong.
On earth.
Serving.
Different paths