Click: Fly Away

Click: true moments collected over the years. Stories too short for the stage.

I’m walking up the subway stairs. It’s an awful day. I’m sad and discouraged and doing that tragic, slow head down walk so beautifully that any moment now someone’s going to think they’re seeing Charlie Brown live and in person.

And then, the man walking in front of me begins to sing.

“Some bright morning, when this life is over, I’ll fly away… To that home on god’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away… I’ll fly away oh glory, I’ll fly away… when I die halalleujah by and by, I’ll fly away…”

And then his friend joins in, her voice blending effortlessly with his. Soaring harmonies.

“I’ll fly away, oh glory, oh I’ll fly away… when I die hallaleujah by and by, I’ll fly away…”

And they sing all the way up the subway stairs and then walk down the sidewalk.

Arm in arm.

“I’ll fly away, fly away, oh darlin’, I’ll fly away, in the morning…”

Photo John Carvalho