Most passengers had abandoned their films or books, next to her, the beloved husband was deep in dreams, the attractive and cherished face twitching from time to time.
They were now over Greenland, the icy landscape, far below, lit by a frigid moonlight through scattered clouds.
It would take them another seven hours to reach home, and they would face a new day – for her, without sleep.
But in her mind, there was only the girl, who’d shown her the Path of Life, near the volcano, at the foot of the Sunset crater, and Sarah loved her, for eternity.
Image: Edward S. Curtis, Chaiwa, courtesy Arizona State Museum, Tucson