everyone looked upward at the sky for f18s

On the hill near the inner harbor, everyone looked upward at the sky for six F18 jet fighters, named "blue angles". The fighters came from far over the mouth of this small harbor, maybe, originally from a military airport located in this small, Belgium-size Maryland state. Maybe, near Chesapeake bay, I'm not quite sure, though.


On the hill, most people just kept looking up at the sky, and some people held their ears with hands because the thunderous jut sound also came right after the fighters passing through the blue sky. 


The couple of young women sitting in front of me talked with a past middle age man. This aged man just happen to sit next to these women, and asked how they came here. One of them said that they took metro, and the old man picked up a name of metro-station nearby. All of them sometimes stopped their conversation to look for F18s in the sky, always flying high. 


On the day, blue angels seemed to pass through skyscrapers of this busiest city in this state.


Here's Baltimore.

in the shimmer of summer heat, milano

In that summer, I was in Milano, and still remember it was so hot and humid at the time just like today in DC. I was walking on the top of Duomo di Milano, 'cause it was accessible for tourists for just 10 or 15 euro, or walking around an intersection near Basilica of Sant'Ambrogio, looking for the science and technology museum, so-called "Da Vinci" tech-museum. Anyway, anyhow, I  reach the gelatteria, ice cream shop near the tech museum instead, and was drinking a icy diet-coke there at first. Having a creamy,  white-green pistachio-gelato, and sitting one of only two or three small steel chairs, I was just aimlessly looking at people walking outside, all seemed to hate that afternoon heat. 


Basilica was literary in the midst of the shimmer of hot air.  With a bottle of diet-coke still filled around half, I just went outside and walked to the wrong direction, opposite to the museum, just thinking to be in that hot shimmer.


Maybe, in that evening, I went to the pizza restaurant somewhere in the city, which had only a piece of pizza Margherita and beer on its menu. Both are my favorite, but I reluctantly washed down the pizza with beer. I knew that this piece of Margherita was one of the best I've ever had, but still was able to hold my excitement or surprised-good luck at the time. I just looked outside, and knew that still people were walking in the shimmer of summer heat in this evening.


Here's street in Milano, Milan. 

underground greens at malmö station

When I saw the sea of Öresund strait from the train eventually going to Gotebourg, the sea diminished its boundaries between itself and the gray sky. In the sky, the white snow flakes began to fall gracefully, but a little bit heavily. A few sea gulls were just flying over the strait. They seemed to literally just fly, not look for small fishes for their dinner, or not enjoy going over the snow-strait which had myriad small white waves on it. 

 

The winter at the end of that year was so severe that all I remember while walking around Copenhagen or around the Malmö city at the time, were the cafes where I always needed a cup of hot coffee to escape snows. Maybe, I had a paper cup of a hot coffee in the train  that eventually stopped at the Malmö station, because of the severe weather.

I took off the train, and saw the lines of screens on the wall of this underground station. There were green trees and blue lakes on them. No sound, no people, no music and no voices. Just images of scenery. Outside, maybe, some cm (inches) snows maybe would bother me to walk from the station, to find still opened cafe around there. Thinking about that,  I just looked at these images, crushing a paper cup in my hand after finishing the coffee.

Here was underground at the Malmö station.

snow, silent, a sign board and frederiksborg slot

After getting off a train at Hillerød station, at first I saw a small station having white snow on its roof. It was in the morning on Sunday, at the middle of winter, and the sky in here was cloudy gray as usual, and a small bird flying enough high near the ceiling of the gray looked like a tiny black dot.
On the way to the bus stop, I had to take care of my steps on the powder snow, which had hardly been frozen tightly even under the freezing point. Its color was kind of a mixture of white and light brown.The bus for the famous Frederiksbourg palace had yet to come there, so I had to wait for a while. A middle-age woman and I were the only potential passengers for the bus at the time. On Sunday, few merchandises were open even in Copenhagen for not only tourists, but also even residents. So, under freezing point and with few shops open on street, I saw few people walking around the stop. Nicely silent and powder snow.


Taking a bus that would take only less than 10 min ride to the Palace, I found a relatively big shopping mall, which had a big sign board of "H&M", Hennes and Mauritz, one of tenants of that mall. Curiously enough, when I went back to my memoir of Frederiksbourg slot, at first, I happened to encounter the red sign of these two words that I saw at the time through the bus window, without thinking any, but maybe looking for a hot coffee somewhere around there or my destination, the palace.


Here was Frederiksborg slot, a beautiful palace in winter for me.