Meri Kirihimete
I figured out a few years ago why I love planes so much. The reason I’m so fond of the whine of a jet engine is that it’s the sound of a magic carpet ride to somewhere that’s not here. British philosopher Alain de Botton summed it up so well in 2002, in his book The Art of Travel: “How pleasant to hold in mind, through the crevasses of our moods, at three in the afternoon when lassitude and despair threaten, that there is always a plane taking off for somewhere.” Okay, so that book hasn’t aged so well. The world’s runways have been much quieter than usual over the past couple of years, thanks to a certain pandemic. The bush-clad hills of the Waitākere Ranges, where I to live, have also been much…