In New York—the state, not the city—it was 9:00
AM. and the beautiful colors were all blending together in perfect
accord. I woke up after a long slumber. I ate a great breakfast, a
plethora of pancakes, a surplus of syrup, and an overabundance of orange
juice. After my filling breakfast, I went outside to help my family with
yard work and outdoor chores. As I walked out of the glass door, I saw
the bright green grass, as green as a tree. I felt the warm glow of the
lemon yellow sun. I heard the mellifluous sound of birds singing and
chirping. I also heard the slight hum of an aircraft taking off from the
airstrip behind our property. As time passed, the hum grew louder and
Inquisitively, I asked my father why it was hanging around for so long.
And as I asked my question, the thought hit me like a truck: today was
the airshow. The hum of aircraft grew louder, proving my point.
Eventually, they were not hums; they sounded like screeching eagles
soaring through the sky. Andrew, my dad, gave me the answer proving my
idea even more so. He also said that this year there would be Blue
Angels; they travel faster than the speed of sound. It was astonishing
to me that something could travel faster than sound. I heard the Angels
“singing” and flying with such grace, the grace of an angel. They were
just flying over the tree line. They made a turn towards us, like a
criminal facing off against a sheriff in an old west town. The
supersonic jet is the criminal and I am the sheriff, about ready to
duel. The jet travelled forward with extreme speed and passed overhead.
All I saw was a streak of blue with a touch of yellow. The jets, Blue
Angels, passed over and I was astonished at how silent they were. Then,
a second later, the sound came. I forgot that they travelled faster than
the speed of sound. I stood there for a few extra seconds after the last
jet flew over. Caught up in the moment that the jets flew over, I only
came back when my parents yelled for me to help them with yard work.
Later, as a family, we continued our yard work. 9:00 PM. Bonfire.
Relaxation. A refreshing Arnold Palmer drink in hand. Family.