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The plane coming home flew south along the coast then it turned inland, flying over Los Angeles. It was late afternoon, and it was crystal-clear and bright. I looked out the window at the city, taking in the details. Everything looked as crisp and as sharp as a satellite photo.
There's UCLA. Century City, windows glinting in the sun. The Hollywood sign, right there! There's Griffith Observatory. There's Dodger Stadium. There's the downtown library, and the Eastern Columbia Building, its aqua tiles gleaming. I was so moved by the view of the city that I couldn't even think to take a photo.
Just over the Los Angeles River the plane banked around and headed back to the coast, descending over the 405 freeway to the runway.
It was like the pilot had given me a parting gift, an overview of my city. Farewell to Los Angeles - for now.
1 comment:
Before I read your penultimate sentence, I was already thinking that same sentiment. A gift indeed!
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