I was making good progress on editing the photo session. Culling down 300 photos to a select few is never an easy process.
Suddenly my desk started to shake. I looked down at the ripples moving across my glass of water. I was reminded of the scene in Jurassic Park when the tyrannosaurus rex first appeared. The vibrating resolved itself in to a steady thumping sound I could feel in my chest. Realizing what it was, I quickly shoved my chair back from the desk and ran for the front door.
I scooped Cody up in my arms and reached for the door, tearing it open. The blaring sound seemed to surround us and shake everything. We ran out the front door, staring above us as three giant helicopters roared overhead. I looked in awe as they thumped toward the horizon. Cody was pointing and grinning.
As they soared away, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I looked to the left to see my neighbor, Michael, standing barefoot in his front yard, staring at the choppers with the same awe-struck grin I had. It occurred to me that we are probably both past the age of running outside to see helicopters fly by. That didn’t seem to stop us though.