Blue Sky Thinking

The sky is big, blue and vast, and you’re never more aware of that than when you’re up here in it. Yeah, I’m in the sky, like Superman, but if he needed to be sat in a cramped seat in a metal tube with a few hundred other people in order for him to fly. Still, it’s actually amazing, and a bit weird, when you think about it. According to the little screen in front of me I just flew over some place called Coral Harbour. I’d say I have no idea where that is, but I do, because I can clearly see it, and my current location, marked on the map in front of me. I think it’s in Canada…no, I know it’s in Canada…unless my geography is a lot worse than I think.

Being up here is strange though. Sure, I’m surrounded by people, and I had a little chat with the stranger sat next to me earlier, but ultimately, I’m alone. And that feels wrong. I’m off on an adventure without my faithful co-pilot (and, yes, I know we could probably argue for hourse about which one of us is the side kick here…but she’d have to admit that she generally takes the co-pilot role, with all of the attendant ipod priveleges that entails). It’s just weird, she should be here. It’s not like I don’t have adventures without her…but this is a grand adventure, and it should be shared with her.

Maybe next year, eh?

The map says I’m getting near to Churchill. Another place I don’t know. Off to the south I see Chicago marked. My last great adventure, and the adventure that never was. And never will be? Who knows…although the idea of never going there again seems strange. It felt so much like home. The words “unfinished business” spring to mind…but that sounds too cold, it’s not like that at all. I left a piece of me there, a cliché, I’m sure, but it’s true. If I go back, will I find it again? Will I take it back? Or will it always be there? I should go back and find out, it’s not like there aren’t plenty of reasons to go.

Maybe next year, eh?

It’s a big, old sky, but I’m not lost in it. I know exactly where I am, and there’s a flashing target that tells me exactly where I’m going. But the way back? That’s a different matter. I’ve been gone a long time, that’s for sure, but I don’t know if I can find my way home. I’m not sure where home is anymore. What I do know, is that things are going to change, one way or another.

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Ian Sharman
Ian is a freelance writer and artist. He founded Orang Utan Comics Studio with Peter Rogers in 2006, writes for their Eagle Award Nominated anthology Eleventh Hour and regularly inks for Panini’s Marvel Heroes comic.
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