Tonight as we flew from Chicago to Moline, I had a moment. The moon lit the earth with a dim, gray light, and the snow-covered upper midwest reflected the pearled luminesence towards the sky. From twenty six thousand feet, with the sky slipping silently past my window, I knew what peace and beauty were really meant to be.
I love my job.
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