That tree is where the planes all land, and it's branches mask their nature.

They seem to enter its confides and cease to reemerge. Perhaps it is where they take their turn, quite literally i mean, as in off to a somewhere else.

Regardless, they are real. I see them today as i did last night, returning from the north east.

spent most of may day laying at my window watching harriers take off into a space of mixed blue violet.

With nightfall came a new light. Funny how the planes seem to burn brightest in their ascent, then cool, then progress in some reasonable direction.

From here they look like fireflies, dying in orderly sequence. Fireflies do not ascend in flames though. Perhaps i may be mistaken.