The Airport

Not many places let someone walk a runway. Out here, no one’s stopping me. Planes are done flying for the day, and the wind’s calmed down. The pavement’s still warm from the sun.

I can see a long way from the centerline. Hangars behind me, fields on both sides, and that wide open sky is starting to turn orange. A couple birds cutting across. Maybe a rabbit bolts from the edge. Nothing fancy, just how it is.

There’s something about standing where planes take off. It’s quiet now, but I can still feel the movement. People came and went. Some just joyrides. Some going somewhere. Makes you think, in a good way.

Not much traffic, no noise, just me, my camera and the runway. That’s more than enough.