farewell to aggieland

Aggieland airport - a very small affair, where they open the security check-in for each individual flight with much flourishing of explosive-detecting wipes ("when Eddie came back from Baghdad, he set the whole thing off," I heard one person say). It's decorated with some fairly fetching loops and swirls of what appears to be high-end chicken wire, mimicking propellors whizzing round (it's not exactly a major jet aviation center), or maybe some late-Futurist painter, like Prampolini or Dottori or Tullio Crali, indicating the dynamics of propellor-driven flight. Once trundling down the runway and lifting off, however, the best of all possible views was suddenly apparent: masses and masses of wildflowers: Texas bluebonnets, Indian paintbrush, and lots of small blue and yellow points of color.