Looking up. Who knew. Buzz the tower. Turns out there is a Hell of a lot of winged creatures above my house and many are of the metal, not feather. When this pandemic hit I figured it would be bye-bye to the aviation world, but I was wrong, way wrong.
The airspace above my house, and below the moon, is quite busy. These are just a few flavors that graced with their trajectory. I see pleasure flights, I see military maneuvers and I see commercial short hop connections with empty seats and an uncertain future. But all the same, they fly, still. Look closely.