Tonight Mr. Hornby showed up with his son. We did a double take.
They were doing their usual thing which was eating ants. Hornby’s son seemed a tad impatient, rustling around the leaves. He seems to be more orange. For that reason I shall refer to him as “Orange-by, the son of Hornby”.
Today 298 innocent people died. I can’t stop thinking about it.
Over the years we have traveled many times through KL. Malaysia Airline flights were always good. Smiling and attentive flight attendants…. and always that international excitement. Travelers from all over the world sharing in that mystery of getting from point A to B in a jet.
Reporter Sabrina Tavernise of the NY Times was on the crash site today. Her descriptions of the strewn bodies was eerie. I saw one of the photos: a field of sunflowers. This was their final resting place.
Our sunflowers are still growing. They have yet to flower. I am happy for once in my life that we are not going anywhere for the time being. We are just watching and waiting for those sunflowers to blossom.
During our travels we met several Dutch people. I have to admit they were my favorite nationality. I know I am not suppose to utter such sentiment but it is true. We just seemed to click with those travelers from the Netherlands. How could you not love someone from a place called the “Netherlands”?
Many children were on board. The reporter Sabrina Tavernise, of the NY Times described one body as that of perhaps a ten year old boy with a t-shirt that said: “Don’t Panic”. These are all small details of an atrocity.
It can happen to anyone. You board that plane. You fasten your belt buckle. You close your eyes as it takes off. Four hours into the flight not for a moment can you predict this: an explosion.
It’s the anniversary of two other air disasters:
On July 17, 2007, in the Congonhas-São Paulo Airport, TAM Airlines Flight 3054, an Airbus A320 did not slow down as it landed, it couldn’t stop in time and overran the runway, it crashed at the TAM Warehouse, killing 199 people.
On July 17, 1996, TWA Flight 800 exploded and crashed into the Atlantic Ocean near East Moriches, New York 12 minutes after takeoff from John F. Kennedy International Airport, killing all 230 people on board.
When our flowers blossom I will give thanks for another season, another year of this crazy life.
And as to that next time I strap myself in? I will have no expectations.
Mr. Hornby has made himself scarce with the onslaught of the monsoons. I think that we are all happily ensconced in our little habitats.
Downtown there is a sculpture that reminds me of Mr. Hornby.
I hope he shows up again. Temps are expected to rise and a dry spell is in the immediate forecast.
We will all emerge and then retreat. And the seasons they go round and round.