Airplanes in the sky and me share a unique rapport. From the time when we used to think that the places flying at high altitudes leaving a trail of white smoke were rockets to the time when a friend of mine described night time planes as "blink blink...blink blink...there it goes again".
My daily walk acclimatized me to many things both in nature and nurture. I love the "shankasur" and red, orange, yellow, green and violet mini "ghaneri" flowers that dot the rental communities. I look up and I always see the morning "rockets" that dot the sky. Sometimes their tracks crisscrossing each other. the tracks creating temporary scars on cloudless blue summer sky. Creating their temporary footprints that get wiped up slowly by the rarified air up.
Scars on beautiful blue sky lady indeed.
My daily walk acclimatized me to many things both in nature and nurture. I love the "shankasur" and red, orange, yellow, green and violet mini "ghaneri" flowers that dot the rental communities. I look up and I always see the morning "rockets" that dot the sky. Sometimes their tracks crisscrossing each other. the tracks creating temporary scars on cloudless blue summer sky. Creating their temporary footprints that get wiped up slowly by the rarified air up.
Scars on beautiful blue sky lady indeed.
