Sunrise 2
“What’s that?” the boy asked his father.
There was a tremble in his voice. The jet was roaring, and their seats where shaking as they raced down the runway.
“We’re taking off,” his dad said, nodding to the window. “Watch.”
The boy turned and put his nose to the window.
White lines on the runway raced by. And then the airport terminal. And then other jets on the tarmac. And trucks with big tanks on the back. And then their plane pitched upward.
A moment later is was quiet, except for the whining of turbofans.
“Daddy?” the boy said, turning back.
“Keep watching,” his father said, pointing out the window.
It was grey outside. It had rained that day, and dark clouds hung in the sky.
“Daddy, the clouds are getting closer,” the boy said, face still fixed at the window.
“And daddy, we’re in the clouds. And daddy… look!”
At that moment the airplane broke thru the cloud deck and emerged on the other side. White cloud tops passed beneath them. The sky above them was clear. And in the east, the day was dawning.
“Oh daddy,” the boy shouted. “It’s the sun!”