Planespotting

I remembered vividly the day I taught you how to Plane-spot.

East Coast Park, under a Lonely shady tree.

You doubted me at first, 

but I can still picture the neon glow in your eyes,

 when the planes kept on coming.

Definitely one of those Memories I Treasure most.

We sat upon a Transformers towel,

Under a shady Lonely tree.