The Plane Truth
Closing in on soggy Calgary from muggy and sodden Toronto. Before that it was temperate and insouciant Ottawa and before that an infinite regression of Calgary-Ottawa-Toronto-Calgary all the way back to the beginning of the universe. You know, right to the time where Toronto became the centre of the universe.
I was interested to read that just before the big bang the universe could have fit in a teaspoon. Clearly however the teaspoon would have been borrowed from God’s spoon collection because all the other spoons were stuck in that tiny ball of a universe.
Anyway, the flight has flown by, which I think happens a lot. Below an unbelievably green countryside and water sitting everywhere. The prairies are usually pretty brown by this time of the year. Chestermere is immediately underneath us. Now the city. Good. There’s no place like home.