Longing for the Sky

As I was heading back home from the fields today, I saw my nephew at the landing platform again. He was wearing the old pilot overall he got from Cormac at the space port a while back. In fact, I’m not sure, if he’s ever taking it off again. Sometimes he even sleeps in it, I think. He was sitting there, eating cookies, drinking blue milk and looking at the setting twin suns. He’s been doing that, ever since his dad left to work on that transport ship. That was three years ago. I wonder, if he knows his dad isn’t coming back. He looks at the sky day and night and keeps saying he’s going to be a pilot one day. He’s a good boy. I know I will have to let him go some day and I hope the sky holds whatever he is looking for in it.

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Here's the cinematic shot of my latest vignette.

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