Yesterday as i was biking to work, i passed an auto repair shop.
I probably subconciously heard--but it didn't register--a loud, massive airplane overhead.
...that is, until an older mechanic came barreling out of one the two open garage doors.
Hand sheilding his eyes, up he gazed.
I looked up myself and saw (and now really heard) the multi-engined lumbering beast.
Then he turned back. Dejected? Relieved? Disappointed?
Those ears must have heard something these ears did not.
