5.15pm. peek-a-boo.
5.40pm
6.18pm
when we first moved to the inner west of sydney, under the flight path, people often asked me about the planes. did I hate the planes? I hate the planes. not because they sometimes make a din. not because they are sometimes inconsiderately frequent. I hate the planes cause they cause terrible wanderlust. each one that carves its way past my back step is full of the beginning of a journey - [we only get take offs, you see] - each passenger anticipating the unblink of the seatbelt sign as the craft passes pale blues and splodges of white and leaves its trail behind in the clouds. and I wonder where each one of them is going.
6.19pm
7.23pm
1 comment:
oh yes I can imagine M! Well I hope very much that this year you will be on one of them at some stage heading this way!
Tray table in the upright position for landing in Europe quelque part!!!
xxx E
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