The train was speeding along at helluva pelt. I was in conversation with a fellow traveller.
What’s your pastime, I asked.
Spotting the planes in the night sky.
Pretty interesting!
Sometimes they’re so very far off that you don’t get any sound at all. I imagine those who people its interior.
Have you ever been on a plane?
No. You see, in my dreams I often see them crashing. In real life, when a plane passes overhead, I keep looking at it till it goes out of sight. I then remember my dream, and begin to worry about its safety.