Existence

The plane hung there, suspended far overhead, so small it required careful squinting to verify its reality. Silent. So still that it seemed to fade in and out of existence, to bend space and time itself. Clouds dissipated over the plane’s edges, blurring it into both being and nonbeing. Solidly ephemeral. The plane vanished behind the cloud just as engines’ roar vibrated the air, shaking molecules. Atoms. Everything. Completely out of sight, sound reverberating off the road and the houses until it seemed the only living thing around, dipping out of this plane of existence insistently announcing its presence.