it’s sunday, and our alarms go off at 3am. my ouppy is going to adelaide, and her flight is in three hours. we hang out in the terminal until the queue for the gate has lost any last crumb of plausible deniability, then we hang out in the queue until her boarding pass gets scanned and we’re forced to part, then i stand there until she rounds the corner, then that familiar feeling washes over me. i’m going home alone.
we have a train line to home and a train line to the airport now, but it was 4am, so we had neither. i send her a picture of the payment terminal in the carpark. omg look, an older lady. it’s an iUC180B. i love her. baby.
the thing about birds is that dawn is by far the best time to find them, but i’m not usually awake until at least 8am. and now i’m leaving the airport right before the sun comes up. so i take this opportunity to head to mundaring weir, hoping to see some black cockatoos.
while i’m on the highway, i see a plane out my driver’s side window, then fly literally overhead, so i pull over as soon as i can and check flightradar24. that’s my ouppy!!
so keep that in mind when you see my photos over the next couple days :)
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