The 737, tiny in the distance, massive with its load, rose high in the air on its carriage of wind. The stream of Vauxhalls, Fords, Dacias, trucks, vans, Audi’s… oh… a Porsche… thundered down the slick grey surface, a glittering snake of internal combustion and occasional quiet electricity. The Earth slowly turned in its furnace of bright sunlight. I held the wheel gently, while the flickering nerves in my skull made me contemplate these things. Made me? Or did I choose? Who knows? And the lady sat beside me, eyes closed. Asleep? Consciousness ebbed, gone... where? I am here again, and she is there.
