Sunday, December 16
notes from the air
I’m transiting between an edge-condition town that used to be nowhere at all and a rural interior that still is. This leg of the trip is a flight between Denver International Airport and Omaha. Beneath the plane the pivot irrigation circles stretch out in either direction, growing more snow-dusted as we leave the immediate shadow of the Rockies. Soon we’ll cut across the sandhills, these latter looking, as we approach, like a dark inversion of the feathered crystals of ice growing across the surface of a pond.