Saint-Exupery Night Flight

It was just a two hour flight from Santiago to Buenos Aries, but my excitement grew knowing we’d fly over the snow covered Andes that had been tantalizing me for almost a week.  In the morning they’d rise out of the Santiago smog and by noon proudly paint the horizon with their boldness.  I sat by the window and watched the city slowly disappear.  The plane banked and snow covered peaks lightly brushed with clouds sprang into view, and I was instantly lost in 40 year old dreams.  The summer before college I had read Saint-Exupery Night Flight (1931), and now I was his co-pilot as we made the lonely mail run across the Andes to Buenos Aires.  Never give up your dreams!