To my friend,

When I'm feeling emotional

I turn to art.

I didn't know then the truth in this song.

There is a specific model of airplane that when it flies above it resonates a beautiful hum over the area. This hum is not like any hum an aircraft has made before or since this specific model. This airplane sings to me; sings to me songs of days past. With one beautiful note I am transported through time and space back to my grandmothers living room floor, where I sit, playing in the warm sunbeams hearing my song somewhere in the distance. I am at my childhood home, playing in the streets with the other neighborhood kids while my song is being played from above. I am in a place where there is no bad or responsibilities. Where the days and the nights belong to me. Life is simple. Life is sweet. 

And with the passing of the engines hum, I slowly come to, sigh, and wait for the next moment I will hear my song again so I that I may revisit peace.