Birdmachinery

I've just been sitting on the dock of the bay in the sunshine at the University of the East, eating a fruit salad and watching London City Airport.
It's very quiet today; the planes are lined up waiting: sunbathing, perhaps.
Every time a little plane took off, I had to resist the urge to applaud, to clap my hands at the spectacle of a distant shiny silver and white birdmachine racing along the tarmac and then gliding into the air to disappear into the bright blue beyond.
What a spectacle!