Flying in formation against a checkered sky, the lines expand and contract while my train is moving west. On their airborne path like a flock of geese, the planes seem to salute some unseen giant. I feel their gravitational pull as they fly over me, sucking me in with the hypnotizing drone of their engines. I can only close my eyes and imagine a birdseye view, a world without speech, only colors and patterns. Everything gentle and harmless, but like a cat with its claws removed.Formation