Planes

Planes

Clusters of fluff, floating,
for all the world they look like cotton wool
clouds dispersed out in random order but somehow with a uniform look.

They are changing colour quickly
from pink, orange to a hue of red.
The flight is not long about 45 minutes
On the way back we see the Bumberry Mountain, the Nepean River and a long and winding cliff face cutting through, in and out of the Blue Mountains

The planes wing titanium white glow is fading as is the the view as the setting sun sinks.

It was a night flight on the way up and we only get a little of the day on the way back.
But it is exquisite.

Darkness folds over
no house light below
it lasts a good 10 minutes
then little houses and villages flick into view.

It's such a contrast as you see the city sprawl form from the outside in.
A farm leads up to a village a village into to town a town weaves into a city and suddenly the ground is full of lights

The road back from the mountains looks crazy, Glowing lights look like a snaking river but it's a stopped stream.
Glad I'm up here and not down there.

The city lights are pretty, they always take my head somewhere else into the land of wonder, awe and excitement.
It feels a bit like I did when the circus came to Parkes when I was a kid all that glitter.

We slink round the coast it would be pretty in the light,
only minutes now till touchdown.
I do get a little woozy on take off and landings, so my gal is pressing on the acupuncture point to keep it all calm.

The engines roar then start to slow the runway lights are close then we hit plane digs in a bit as it kisses the ground
I'm home and the country once again is over the mountains and far away

See you later.