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: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to 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.