on living near the airport poetry when the airplanes pass they momentarily eclipse the sun casting shadows and redirecting light triggering memories of the pacific at 38,000 feet. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
flying across the pacific always feels like time traveling, as opposed to atlantic where it feels like going super fast.
flying across the pacific always feels like time traveling, as opposed to atlantic where it feels like going super fast.