i'm assuming this is a writing prompt
The man looked bold, bereaved of something - eager to meet an end, but what end? Dr. Pavel could already see him in the distance, and gaining, his dark coat contrasted against the bright colors all around: the dirt runway, the pale yellow sky, his bright blue shirt and khaki pants. Only the plane was dark. Standing behind him, the man looked as if he might be part of the plane itself. And even from here, Dr. Pavel could see a mustard stain on the man's pants.
A family man, perhaps, Pavel thought, himself being a father of two.
