Nose lowered, the aircraft began its descent. The crackling voice of the pilot's announcement woke her, and she looked out the window.
Gold shot across the sky, above pillowy white cushions of cloud tinted pink in the distance. In that moment, the routine flight hinted at something grand, something beyond her experience every other week on this flight to the Omaha office. in that brief moment, she dared to believe that life was about something more than the mundane.
"Ma'am, please raise your seatback. We've begun our descent."
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