I like flying west, straight into the collapsing day. I like the feel of chasing the sun. Not quite fast enough, of course, but for a few minutes the hope of keeping pace with the dying sun feels justified.
As day quietly slips into night it is both peaceful and sad. In the stillness above the clouds, unaware of the turning earth below, we fly our losing race in silence.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
I like flying west, straight into the collapsing day. I like the feel of chasing the sun. Not quite fast enough, of course, but for a few minutes the hope of keeping pace with the dying sun feels justified.
As day quietly slips into night it is both peaceful and sad. In the stillness above the clouds, unaware of the turning earth below, we fly our losing race in silence.
