Thursday, April 28, 2016

958. Westerly approach

The plane lined up for a westerly approach to Runway 3.
As it descended, he could see Ski-Doo tracks melting in the snow like sweaty Nazca lines, soon to be forgotten to history.
Beyond them, all the fast food restaurants were cosied up to the highway, like young bucks showing their neon antlers to attract the passing cars.
He didn't know how to feel about any of it.