As I began venturing out of the exhibit, I took one final look at a few friends from the world beyond, some giving me a wink and a nod, others, a simple bow or curtsy. Smiles abounded all around, even from the most fearsome of visages.
Back outside, there were many from my world enjoying the life of California on the surface of a glassy bay. The skies beckoned me homeward. I yearned again to be airborne.
It was downright sweltering hot on the streets. People were crowding and honking and pressing in from every corner. I stood at the bus stop and waited patiently for the trolley to arrive.
On the way back to Marina, a man who got off the bus thanked the driver as he left. Then the bus drove about a quarter mile to the Marina Transit Exchange
where we waited for about five minutes. A woman in the back of the bus brought up a wallet filled with cash and credit cards. She said the man who had just gotten off had left it. A few minutes later, the man came running up and asked for his wallet. The driver handed it back to him. The man broke down in tears and told the woman in the back how thankful he was for her. “I love you!” he cried, and he quickly turned to hide his tears of joy while he walked away.
“That there’s a blessing,” said a guy wearing a referee uniform. “That there’s a blessing, that’s what that is,” he said definitively.
All of us sitting there agreed. Our bus was filled with blessing. Then the driver started up the diesel and we were off again. Soon, I was let off at the Imjin-Reservation intersection.
It was good to see the Dove again.
There was a guy washing his Cessna 172 in front of the pilots’ lounge, and a couple of pilots were walking around the fuel pumps as a Luscombe taxied by. One of the locals asked me if my plane was an RV. I told him that, yes, it was an RV-8.
“Where you from?” he said.
I told him. And after my preflight, I cranked over and taxied out. Still overflowing with the joys of life, over my collision experience with another world where those same joys had been felt, seen, heard, touched, and absorbed, I firewalled the throttle and flew toward the crashing waves where sea and sky met.
I beheld a gleam of glory as I pressed onward toward the goal, and heading home made certain of the promise to come again, perhaps in very short order. I saw the rising tide, I smelt the salty air, and I felt my body rising up, higher and ever higher, until the last inkling of the world I left behind cast a final shadow on my hangar door.
Then two worlds became one, and both became new.