Flight,1: 30 p.m. (Aerial View)
A Boeing 737, filled to capacity, glints in the bright summer sun. Behind the plane, two white contrails merge into one and form the only cloud in the sky—a long straight line of exhaust, like the spray of graffiti on a clean blue wall. Still ascending to 10,000 feet, the land far below resembles a patchwork quilt. One block is a rectangle of green grass and is located immediately behind the running track of a high school. Four almost indiscernible specks run in crazy circles on a football field. A family? Friends? A dog? Climbing to new heights in the sky as well as his profession, a businessman with overpriced alcohol on his breath steams the window with a wistful sigh—another disappearing scene from his life.
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