The quiet Nothing at 11

The weather at Heathrow always comes to a standstill at 11am. Clouds may turn, twist, toss and turn or even disappear for a while. No matter what: the weather gets gloomy and uneventful for quite some time.

The first time I noticed that was during my early days here. My office was just in front of the airport and I knew exactly when my favourite planes were departing or just about to do it.
I knew when the Finnair flight to Helsinki was leaving, so a few minutes before the scheduled departure time, I’d raise my head looking through the leaves of a prosperous tree and – there it was the white and blue bird heading to Suomi.

That’s how I realized that the sky at 11 is always quiet, asleep.
The wind ceases its rotation around my own idea of globe and memories gather somewhere near me.

Today is no special day. So I thought I’d write down this quick note before another summer comes to take away the quiet Nothing at 11 and a temporary delight spoils the view of my thoughts somewhere in the sky.
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On a lighter note, here’s the picture my ex-drummer (an easily ignitable Brummie) sent me yesterday. His brother is mates with the lead singer of the (brilliant) band Bolt Thrower and he sent him this picture from their recent tour around Europe. Speechless.
Long live to Heavy Metal !