Site was down for a few days. I was buried deep in Copenhagen, landed in Seattle three days ago and still buried deep. I haven't slept normally in I don't know how long. It's not even jetlag, it's something else now.
I was just sitting here trying to pound out some emails for work and there was this weird thumping sound carrying through the floor. Was it the people next door playing their Nintendo Wii? (They have a Nintendo Wii, apparently, and they play it *all the time*.)
Was it the people upstairs who'd unbalanced their clothes dryer? It was too fast to be people screwing. The sound seemed to be coming from outside, and was so heavy I could see ripples in my whiskey glass, like that scene from Jurassic Park.
So I went out to the balcony and lost my breath at once - it was well past sunset but the downtown buildings blazed with their own light, illuminating in orange light the mist and the low, ragged scud that passes for weather around here, and three big Chinook military transports arced over my head, not more than 500 feet overhead, winding in a sinuous file towards the downtown blaze before turning south towards (I guess) Sea-Tac or McChord.
The sound of their rotors beating double-helices into the air was palpable, so intense I could feel it in my chest, and it made me think of clubland, the red strobes of the Chinooks like the white strobes in the black sky of clubland. And the *difference* of that place.
Made me think back to my flying days and wonder what view of the city those Chinook pilots had. The scene was something out of a Bladerunner movie. If only I'd remembered my camera.
And I know I'm tired and more sensitive to these things than I should be, but the synaesthetics of the moment was enough to make me think of the world, and what meaning there might be in that as well.
Posted by case at November 7, 2007 09:17 PMGlad you're home in one piece!!
:)
I'm kind of leaning toward asking for a Wii for Christmas :blush:
Posted by: Deborah at November 8, 2007 08:37 PM