I managed a light doze, which will do me good later on, I'm sure. The snack, the arrival of which awoke me, turned out to be pretzels instead of the hoped-for peanuts. I drowned my disappointment in a bottle of spring water. Wide and muddy. Streaks of white water trail away from the dam, motionless from this distance.
Trees grow in the valley below, like moss in the cracks of a sidewalk.
The patters they form remind me of the carnivorous ink-blot from the Gahan Wilson story. It looks like we're traveling at a nice leisurely pace when I look at the ground or the clouds, but another plane just went by heading the other direction. It really was zipping along - it actually looked as if it was traveling at 1000 mph. A smaller plane just went by underneath heading north, moving 500mph northwards and 500mph westwards, sliding diagonally across the sky. Anna must have started her book while I slept.