Different World

  My mom's balcony has quite the view. On the south eastern horizon is the Toronto skyline. It's been hazy the last couple of days so the CN Tower hovers like a ghost over the ghostly office towers and condos in the heart of the city.
  A little further east and a whole lot closer is Pearson International airport with its three terminals. I don't know how many runways. Jets from every corner of the earth are constantly going to places unknown or arriving. Are they full of people  holidaying? Working? Seasoned flyers or is this flight their first time on a plane? A plane full of stories I will never hear.
  I guess there are planes full of mysterious packages and parcels and mail doing the same thing. Is someone somewhere waiting for something that could change the course of their life?
  I have flown out of TO on the runway that grants me a clear view of the condo building. A view from the other side. I haved waved as the jet climbs even though no one would be able to see me. It's the thought that counts.
  Closer still is the 407 highway, the only toll road in Ontario. It is busy but no where near as busy as the highways with no toll. No one does the speed limit unless traffic volume makes speeding impossible or if a cop car shows itself. It's not so easy to spot them anymore. The new police car's official markings are holographic or none at all.
  City, airport, highway and a sea of homes...story upon story times a million millions. Lovers, fighters, new immigrants, families, students, a long list of possibilities.
  I confess I am glad to have moved out of the area so long ago. The noise, the traffic, the everyone-in-a-hurry impatience takes getting used to.
 
  "No power in the sky above or in the earth below--indeed nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:39