Rumbling in a line as straight as the road I drove down, shapes and sounds of airplanes shot out of the clouds in their final approach to the airport behind me, and through the car’s sun roof, I watched them as they slowly meandered along in their pre planned final approaches. It was weird that I’d never been here before, even though I knew where I was. I had flown over the farmlands of Richmond in the same direction as the planes above me were doing, floating above the land that seemed one raindrop away from being marshland. Richmond scared me, it was a completely different world.