I have a bit of an obsession with airplanes and always find myself looking up to watch them flash across the sky.
I must quickly add that I have no great love of flying and am one of those people for whom turbulence is a teeth-grinding experience no matter how much anyone tries to reassure me.
But plane-gazing from terra firma gets me wondering about all the people on board: whether they’re coming or going, looking forward, backward, outward, downward, upward, noward; are they chatting, reading, eating, sleeping, flirting, worrying, praying, listening to music, watching a movie, smiling, sobbing; are they aware of where they are and conscious that people like me are madly inquisitive about them …..
And every single time I watch a plane, I hear echoes of my school days when some of my class formed a band and used to sing Leaving on a Jet Plane. They were heady days in 1973/4 when we were full of dreams, uncertainties, hopes, togetherness, girlish giggles and amo, amas, amat, amamos, amatis, amant …
Where do YOUR thoughts go when an airplanes flies into your line of vision?