Seeing the Beauty (For my mother-in-law, Mary Callari) by Barbara Murphy
And then, the roar of a monstrous engine invaded our summer cookout. The sky briefly darkened. We stopped talking in the middle of our sentences because we were learning that you just do that when you live so close to the airport. We two looked blankly ahead, waiting, hoping she would not be too disappointed.
But, she looked up. She smiled, pointing to the heavens: “The airplanes are so close here! They look so beautiful! You can almost see the pilot!”
She looked up, always seeing the beauty.