Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Crossing Paths
In the air, far above the ground, you lose all sense of the speed at which you are traveling. When you cross paths with another plane, however, that all comes back as the other shoots past at startling speed a thousand feet or more above or below.
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