.. leveling off .. angle of attack zero.. horizon parallel.. contrails for wing prints.. leaving a wake in the abyss of air..

red in the desert
quarter of a mile of quartz
wild dogs to the east


.. increasing throttle.. pulling back.. reaching the top of the loop.. pushing to the side.. completing the Immelmann, losing velocity.. gaining altitude..sun at my back, carpet of clouds below..

comfortably numb
lighting a flame in the rain
words and no action

no more haikus...... close to relapsing into a Split-S.. too many bogies down below, nice big juicy crippled superfortresses. Plexiglass can't save you from sausage size bullets.

I can enjoy half a tank of gas for the next few days. Need new shoes.. soccer in 7 hours. Bruce Lee has a place in Montreal.. 3 or 4 days.. Huja, maybe you can meet one of the other boroughs. The windows are clearing up.. I can see outside.. it is night time....

Today was an ok day. I didn't do much. I made a few small steps nowhere. Heated up some lasagna.. checked the mailbox, highlighted a page of notes.. learned that it's stupid to subsidize export goods.. especially if you don't care about political survival.

I like the first outfit.