Hi Dee.
Standing under the flight path is… something else.
Just a patch of sky,
a bit of breeze,
and enormous metal birds
thundering overhead
like they’re doing it on purpose.
My people love it here.
They say they came when they were small -
watching planes land and take off at Liverpool Airport,
guessing where each one was going,
where each one had been.
They say the engine‑hum
became part of their days.
A kind of home comfort.
A sky‑soundtrack.
Today it’s the four of us:
Mum with her backpack full of snacks,
Dad with the little dude on his shoulders,
Mum trying to catch the perfect photo,
and me -
four paws planted,
ears up,
watching the giant noisy bird
getting closer…
and closer.
All of us,
heads tilted,
breath held.
If they hadn’t stopped,
if we hadn’t looked up together,
it’d be easy to miss.
Easy to forget.
But I’ll remember -
the thud of it landing,
the humans pointing,
the little guy giggling,
the wind from the wings
ruffling my fur, and all of us standing together
in our familiar spot
where the sky feels big
and we feel close.
A little moment,
full of life.
Plane to see.
Have a good day!
Alf