it is the morning and just a minute ago i heard birds singing. now i can hear an aeroplane overhead it gets louder then , after a while gradually softer till it becomes a blanket of noise fading into the sky outside.

in fact the noise is still there it won't go and leave me in peace with the morning. god that went on for so long even the cats were peering out of the window, i can still
 hear it now, i never knew planes were so intrusive and their noise goes on and on it almost sounds like it just won't ever go away.

i did just look outside, my curiosity of this suddenly alien noise getting the better of me, and i could just see the childlike toy looking plane with flashing lights flying, yes flying- it sounds strange to my ears today- and the noise is still going- i saw it flying through what look like foggy skies. damn it it sounds like it is going round in circles above me.

peace, i think it has finally gone though i can still hear it in the very distance.
Jesus Christ there must be another one. a whir ringing a constant whirring in the sky.

i will have to get used to it. i can hear it still, this incessant sound of planes. i have just looked out and there above the houses and the trees- stark black against the blue and gray still dark morning sky, was another plane. white with lights pointing forward into the sky.. and another. i have never known so many planes. flying on nothingness emitting this mushrooming sound.  i have looked out again and there was another. that's what, four planes in a matter of minutes. i almost feel like its rachel playing a trick on me in some celestial realm, she has picked up planes like toys and is running them through the sky.

but now it is getting boring. there is another one. i never knew so many planes could go at once i did not really realise there was a flight path over where we live. i suppose i see planes and think they are like birds randomly visiting my sky.

there was another one again. facing into the gray skies, lights twinkling.in fact the blue has left the sky and now it is gray and rain has begun to fall. its falling cold and softly outside my back door on to all of my familiar things; the sledge and plants and chair and things beside the door. i still hear planes. they are coming form two different directions above me and all seem to flying to the same point in the sky it feels like they all disappear into a Bermuda triangle and then another one comes to take its place.
there is an other one. oh bejesus, it is as though my mind is playing tricks on me. so many people up there in the sky right now cocooned in metal and sitting on upholstered chairs, high up in the sky going somewhere.

now i hear, beneath the fading blanket of plane noise, a police siren. and the sound of him on the stairs getting ready to go to work.and at last now there is nearly silence. no, the siren still goes.

i have never noticed so many planes. still the sky is reverberating with this noisy traffic.

i have been sitting here writing for 20 minutes soon it will be 7 am.