Philadelphia
Dec. 23rd, 2005 03:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nibotFlying low, by bridges. Over a river port: tugs, warships (grey), barges. Landing in Philadelphia, it's clear it's a real city.
Twenty-seven CRTs display arriving, departing flights. The airport shops probably do more business than the gross retail of the City of Rochester.
A coursing flow of Humanity boards the plane, U.S. Airways flight eleven: Madrid to Los Angeles, via Philadelphia. Party of three in front of me, speaking Russian. North-african woman in wheelchair follows. Airbus 321, seat 10F.
Five brilliant stars light up the glide slope, illuminate the ethereal highway in the sky. I refuse beverages (they don't recycle.) The plane "tops off" with another three thousand pounds of kerosene, "just in case." Ten planes land.
Twenty-seven CRTs display arriving, departing flights. The airport shops probably do more business than the gross retail of the City of Rochester.
A coursing flow of Humanity boards the plane, U.S. Airways flight eleven: Madrid to Los Angeles, via Philadelphia. Party of three in front of me, speaking Russian. North-african woman in wheelchair follows. Airbus 321, seat 10F.
Five brilliant stars light up the glide slope, illuminate the ethereal highway in the sky. I refuse beverages (they don't recycle.) The plane "tops off" with another three thousand pounds of kerosene, "just in case." Ten planes land.
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:56 pm (UTC)god jul, tobin!
tack
Date: 2005-12-24 04:19 am (UTC)