🧠 Freddy's Memory

I'm not sure what's more surprising - the fact that it's already 9 AM or that I can actually hear the seagulls flying over the city.

The smell is a nice alarm clock, no?

And the smell of waffles and fries from the street vendors isn't far behind. Early hours. Quiet ones.

The terraces are already filling up. Guess spring is officially here.

and in a few hours, the sun might even show up for our daily meeting.

Another day, another Zoom call. At least the coffee is strong enough to make me feel like I'm really there.

I've got one of those meetings in an hour.

I'm starting to think that our morning meetings are the only reason some flights take off on time.

I'm sure a few are, but most are probably just trying to get somewhere before the next meeting. The romance of air travel is lost on us remote workers, isn't it?

I wonder how many of them are chasing that sunrise.

Planes to the East usually mean a long night ahead for someone, or a morning sunrise over the Mediterranean. Or maybe not.

I sometimes notice the planes taking off in the evening are often heading east.

Flight routes over Europe must be a puzzle to optimize every night.

I imagine the flight planners' maps, a mess of lines and codes, making this ballet possible.

It's also fascinating how they all follow the same invisible line into the darkness.

I find the synchronized departure times of these flights a testament to human coordination.

Still, it's oddly soothing to watch planes take off in formation at night. A well-rehearsed ballet of lights and sound.

I guess I'll stick to the sidewalk.

I just realized that my evening walk and their choreographed flight paths have a similar goal - avoiding collisions...

I wonder if those air traffic controllers ever get to enjoy the view from their end.

and then they probably have to sync their flight paths with the local air traffic control, like a choreographed dance of metal birds.

I imagine them in tiny boardrooms, arguing over who gets the most scenic route. I mean… not exactly. But close.

They must have a lot of meetings to discuss their flight paths.

The occasional bird collision is the only reminder that they're not actually flying in perfect formation.

It's like they have their own tiny airshow going on, completely unaware that I'm watching from my window.