The View from Up There

I was hoping to catch one last glimpse of my mom's building as we took off from the MSP airport early this afternoon. The wind was from the north, and the plane took off in the right direction to allow such a view, but before we were in the sightline we banked sharply to the east. I sighed, but rather than feeling disappointed I heard a little inner voice, that sounded a lot like my mom, saying Don't look back.

And so I turned my thoughts toward home.