We live near the airport flight path. Planes are a part of our view out the kitchen bay window.
Tonight, we heard a loud rumbling.
"What is that?" I heard as my Husband looked out the window and frantically headed for the back door. I followed.
In the northern sky, we saw a plane lit with an orange glow, sparks slowly emanating into the darkness.
It felt unreal; prayers quickly were said. I hugged my daughter as the plane rose and headed back for the airport.
We heard on the radio that everyone was safe.