I arrived in Chicago yesterday for a few days’ work on the next thing I’m writing.
In the cab leaving the airport, I saw a giant jet landing. Something about our relative speeds and angles created the illusion that the plane wasn’t moving forward at all. Rather, it was gracefully floating straight down.
It was levitating, basically. I pictured Magneto with his gloved hand stretched out, fingers bent, a look of weary concentration in his eyes.
Anyway. It was cool enough that it needed to be noted.