A hillside runway stretches along the slope, made smooth from the earth with grass and wildflowers growing on the sides.
Tall trees stand at the edges of the strip, moving slightly in the wind.
The runway, a mix of dirt and rocks, shaped by the hill beneath it, looked as secure as an artificial runway. The sky above looked wide and clear, with a few clouds scattered around.
-Shhhhhhhhh…!
A jet approaches from these high clouds slowing down as it nears the ground, its shiny metal body adored with the golden sunlight of the afternoon.
-Swiiiiiiish…
As it lowers gently, its wheels just above the ground before it touches down with a soft bump.
The wheels stir up dust and small bits of dirt from the rough runway.
Then the jet moves along, its engines loud against the quiet of the hill, slowing as it reaches flatter ground.
-Terrrrrr…
