Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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.

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