We drop out of clear blue skies of morning into clouds that looked so soft from 10,000 feet. The airplane jumps and rolls.The water on the lakes is still.The highways are empty. The city sleeps.
Flaps extended.
We pass over apartment blocks and office parks and the Cotton Bowl. Strip malls along quiet morning streets race by.
There are condominiums with balconies looking out over a freeway. And there are Sycamore trees beside a winding creek. And there is a Jack in the Box. And a Burger King. And a street. And a fence. And grass. And then the runway.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived. Spread some joy. Spread some peace. Welcome to Dallas.”
I love flying Southwest.