July 2, 2008

This time, I recognized the sundog on the horizon because I had seen one, once, while driving to work through a life that seemed to have happened in a dream or a novel I read. It was only when a coworker asked if I had seen it that I realized what it was.

This sundog evaporated as the plane moved forward, which dropped my stomach as effectively as if we had suddenly fallen several hundred feet to avoid turbulence. From my window seat, it appeared I was the only one who noticed.

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