Out the window of the plane. There was Koen, just letting me know he was there. I knew it was him, right away. The way the colors danced across the sky in the dark, right there beside me.
Coming and going, brighter and dimmer, faster and slower, up and down. Calling me, letting me know he was okay. My face pressed up against the small window, I couldn’t hold back my tears. Seeing this reminded me of how beautiful he was when I held him in my arms that day. The softness of his skin, the fuzz on his cheeks and forehead. His cute button nose.
The harsh light of the hospital room would make anything look pale and flat, but it reacted to Koen’s skin in a way nothing else could, enhancing his beauty with a mesmerizing glow that danced across his skin.

Like the Aurora Borealis across the night sky.

Peter