What an epic event, he was thinking to himself. The plane was about to land, he was shaking in his boots. He hadn't seen his brother in six months. Not that unusual, but he'd changed quite a bit in the last little while. He was on top of the world, the middle east was incredible. He had finally come to the realization that he was never gonna know it all. He was also wearing leather boots and the type of clothing that set him apart from the others, especially the people out here, out west. He was excited to be bringing back some photographs he had taken around his new home, back in Saudi. High dynamic range, " could you imagine that?" his lips loosely quivered the words out, the women next to him thinking she'd heard something looked up, then wasn't sure cause the plane was in descent, and her ears were popping.
Six month since the last time they had seen each other. He could have gone anywhere in the world but he came back to see his brother. It was a vacation he was on, a retreat from the everyday hustle and bustle of an unusual case, he didn't really belong there. His father was back home, out here, in Canada, sick! Melanoma, caught early though, it ate away at him out there in the desert. He loved to bake in the sun. He was a photographer now, with real work. He returned home, only hoping that his father in fighting cancer and brother would embrace his unique and new perspectives on reality. Things had changed, his relationship to them had changed, he sensed it. The plane hit some turbulence, his heart raced as it felt his stomach invade it's space. For an instant the plane was dropping. And in that instant he saw himself falling in love notion that he was going to get fucked up!