It was a long, cool, silent walk tonight. I found myself
standing in a new mown hay meadow some time after sunset, surrounded by roll
bales. A bright light appeared in the darkening eastern sky, declaring the
approach of an airliner outbound from EMA. I watched it pass overhead and saw
the nose light go out, and I continued to follow its flight until it became a
dot and then disappeared.
Those few moments engendered a curiously intense
sense of loneliness as I realised that they had brought with them a brief
connection, but only consciously one way. As the song has it:
Me here at last on the
ground, you in mid air.
It reminded me of a story I wrote once, in which the
protagonist is taking a train journey and wondering about all the life going on
invisibly beneath the green growth in the passing landscape. It contained the
phrase ‘a moment of unrequited awareness.’
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