To celebrate, Uncle B takes me to Farnborough Airshow to see the Red Arrows. I love their speed and grace, red, white, and blue vapor trails behind them tagging the sky, graffiti defying gravity. They are what I look forward to all day and all year. Other planes are bigger but none compare to these darting beauties. Fast like freedom, now you see them, now they’re gone but not quite; the sky is blue but also red and white.
