planes - 25 nov

B and I were sitting on our verandah in the early hours before dawn. Our apartment must have been somewhere on the Kangaroo Point cliffs as we looked out over the city from that direction. As we watched, about sixty huge aeroplanes in a V-formation, flew slowly across the sky. The planes were all very different to one another: some passenger planes but mainly fighter planes, all travelling to the same place. There was very little noise. A second group of planes in the same V-formation flew almost soundlessly across the sky. As soon as they were out of sight, dawn broke. We knew that we had witnessed a secret government plan and felt afraid, as though the country may be going to war. As we spoke of this, we realised that we were no longer sitting on our verandah, but in the cockpit of a helicopter. We could feel the vibrations of the engine as we hovered above the city.