A midnight carrier approach,
as early morning zen exercise.
The dark sky with some random stars,
the waters with some lights apart,
an undulating haze hanging between,
it all blurs into a grey dunkel mass.
The compass bearing leads us on,
slowly descending in a fair glide,
a stronger light appears,
it grows, it pulls, it turns red.
The brake ropes glister,
green lights, left and right:
Touch down!
It went like a butterfly,
gently fluttering this or that way,
effortless and peace loving,
adding power or flaps randomly.
No loss of positional awareness or
monitors switched off by sweethearts.
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