YUL

An old model of an Air China Boeing 747: sharp cuts, straight lines, old colour palette. In the middle of snow storm in Montréal. We were at the snow removal station for the accumulated snow in the wings. Heavy compacted snowflakes were falling relentlessly. The massive beast crossed in front of us slowly, silently. Like a moving mountain.The sound of the jet engines was muffled by the airtight windows of the aircraft giving a weird sensation of knowing the sound must be loud due to the closeness of the machine yet not hearing a single thing from it. By now we could only see its tail, right wing and a red blinking light at the end of an antenna. It was no farther than 40 meters from us now yet all you could see now was the tail and a faint red hue. Not even a silhouette was to be seen. As it first appeared it left. Calmly, softly it was eaten by the storm along with 300 Chinese passengers.

While taxing we saw a fox. My first ever wildfox sight. The poor thing was clearly shaken by the loud roar of the airplane engines around him, yet because if the thickness of the storm I doubt he could see anything but white and a couple of landing track guidance lights. It would zigzag and shake off the wet heavy snowflakes that would cover him in a couple of seconds. It looked towards us, not with fear but with some sort of awareness. That whatever the hell that loud flying thing was it wasn’t a threat for him or it’s prey. But rather a nuisance, an obstacle or landmark he knew he had to be aware of while hunting.