#mylastdelta747flight

[finspottr]

Alpha and Omega in one day.

Watching her roll up to gate 24 at Narita filled me with a wrenching turmoil of feelings that is hard to explain. The usual ones were there, the awe at her size, the admiration of her presence and the giddy anticipation of being in the air again soon. But there were others too, sadness and despair, that concrete knowledge of the futility of time as it marches ever forward.

Time, like water, flows either with us or against us, it cares not what we wish or do, what we'd like. I find it the height of irony that in the moment I have finally been able to secure a seat in the upper deck of the Queen of the Sky flying with a US airline, is simultaneously the last time I will ever do so.

Finality.

I say it's apropos that it's raining as we depart, goodbyes are always better with curtains of water hitting your face, that way no one can see any tears.

So how does one enjoy a swan song and a virgin moment all at once? How do you say goodbye when you're not ready to? I honestly don't know. But I'm going to try.

Finspottr.