comes over on the Brize Norton run, splitting the boundless winter sky with noise and its white wake. I wait with the bikes, staring up at the lofty gape and the cloud line. Skyships, starships, landships. Restless on the blue.
comes over on the Brize Norton run, splitting the boundless winter sky with noise and its white wake. I wait with the bikes, staring up at the lofty gape and the cloud line. Skyships, starships, landships. Restless on the blue.