Look up, quick!

Robbie and I walked out onto Queens Pde on Saturday night on the first
leg of our trip into the big city. As we arrived, the tram left, so
we decided to wander over to the bank and cash ourselves up for the
cocktail bar. Almost at the corner of Queens and Rushall I heard a
roar in the sky and looked up to see a herculean army freighter plane,
with a wingspan at least triple that of a 747. I grabbed Robbie by
the arm and pointed up and as we watched, a fiery meteorite shot
straight past the plane in the opposite direction, wobbling and
steaming as is ended its forever loop through the sky. It lasted long
enough that we had time to step back when the winter leaves of an oak
obscured our view. Beautiful!