Worlds apart slam together for a pause of ticking hands on the dial of my life. Roaring of jet engines etch across the neurological pathways streaking across my mind like the burned fuel emissions behind an AirBus 380 as I return briefly to the side of my family. Regardless of the countless minutes of travel across blue oceans of time, my heart and journey continues apart. However the path constructs before me, I realize the depths of the turn. As I await my journey's end back to the place that beckons me, I peacefully submit to the plan of today. Resting in the knowledge of the One who loved me, I joyfully embrace the day while keeping my eyes fixed on the soon return to the south.