Yesterday a jet took off from our airport. Today another took off. Until now, I had never realized how significant such prevously mundane matters were.
I know what you mean. I saw one last night as I was driving home from work. I was stopped at a light, and I glanced up and there it was, in the sky. I just sat there and stared at it. A plane, flying. Man, how life has changed.
I understand. While we were in OKC we went out to Will Rogers Airport and watched planes take off and we weren’t the only ones out there. People were applauding.
I’ve been looking up a lot to see the jets coming and going from O’Hare. I find it comforting to see them, frankly. The more I see of them coming and going uneventfully, the easier it will be for me to take that first flight in a couple of weeks.
I live on the prarie–“flyover country”–and it’s amazing how spooky that empty sky was. Con trails or sunlight glinting off distant jets were just part of the sky.
A bunch bunch of folks were congregated outside on Friday, soaking up sunshine and reflecting, when we saw the first airplane take off. Somebody gasped, “LOOK! It’s a plane!”, we all stood up, watched–then applauded and cried.
It was a phoenix.
Veb
Yeah, we had bright sunlight shining on a contrail this morning. It was beautiful.
I live near the airport. It was really weird not hearing the planes go over all day. I have always complained about the noise.
I’ll never complain again.