Airport Notes
Written on the way to Paris
We were delayed for an hour and a half on board the plane, and when we finally taxied to position, we had 10 planes ahead of us so it took us a while to finally take off.
I like take offs and landings more than the actual plane ride. It’s the child in me, I guess. I get all caught up in the whole sequence of the plane creeping into position, revving up and mestering the energy to finally make a run for it, and then as if by magic, it lifts it behemoth of a load off the runway and charges up into the sky.
I like landings because they mean I’m finally where I was heading to, and you can’t help but feel a sense of quiet admiration for the men at the controls who bravely head for the ground and pull this huge machine to a progressive decrease in speed.
I’ve started reading READING LOLITA IN TEHRAN. I’ts not an easy read because the author is an academic who tells us the story of informail literature classes she conducted with a select group of female students in her living room.. yes, in Iran.
Dinner was served two hours late (which was actually 3 hours delayed considering the wait before taxiing) and breakfast an hour before landing. The sun is shining in front of us as the sky is begining to turn a lighter shade of blue. There is a patch of land below.. Paris is not far ahead.
