I looked out at the dimming summer landscape below us
Marveling at our height and at the town’s planned lines
As my brother gazed at the cloudy sky.
“Did you see that?” he swung up from his position of repose.
Startled, I grasped the red, chalky rocks on which we perched.
“That light! There it is again!”
Regaining my balance, I responded, “It’s probably an airplane, Bruce.”
“No, it’s not moving. There it is!”
I wondered how we could have possibly come from the same family.
“Bruce, we gotta go. We are never going to be able to climb down in the dark.”
“Just wait a few minutes. I want to see if this thing moves.”
We waited for another thirty minutes. Sporadically, he would yelp at another sighting.
We climbed down just as it was getting too dark.
Yesterday I got a message from him.
“Remember those lights we saw? They were airplane reflectors.”
I wrote back “haha.”
He wrote, “How boring.”
"Boring?"I questioned. I’ve never thought of it like that before.
