I now live in rural Indiana, USA. But I am from a larger town, what here we would call in a city, in the UK. Thinking today, that most of the population, here in America, live on the coasts. Therefore, I live in what people from the coasts condescendingly call fly over country, where all the hayseeds live.
I often see aircraft flying high across the sky, see their vapor trails in the daytime, and the flashing lights crossing the sky, at night.
Seeing them, I sometimes wonder where they are coming from, and where they are going to. Also, is there anybody looking out of their window, seeing my small town go by, as they speed to their destination.
Remembering what it was like flying here before I came here to live, watching the towns, rivers, and roads pass by below. The houses like small dots on the landscape, the larger stores, and other buildings, with their parking lots all lit up with circles of light.
Colins Place 