Flight

Taken in 1999 as I flew over Italy towards Athens, then on to Crete: the beginning of a three week holiday. A floaty time. Many things were about to change that would make the ghostly clicking on numbers (the new millennium) incidental. The lightness of things, the billowy streamer of some river (the Tiber?) winking in an airplane window, twisting off into tufts of sun-wasted cloud.