A Small Airplane
Sitting in the garden on this quite Saturday, the only sound is of a pair of men talking at the pub on the other side of the street. Their voices drifting into my garden on the breeze like a bad radio connection. It seems like everyone has gone away on holiday. The sun has started to heat the earth causing towers of beautiful clouds to form in a perfectly blue afternoon sky. Cloud banks of giant cotton balls that seem so soft…..suddenly there appears a small airplane in the sky above the village which starts performing a series of acrobatic exercises, so beautiful, I wish I could fly with him.