I love flying places.
I don’t love delays, but that’s a whole ‘nuther story that I won’t go into right now.
Landing is the best part, especially at night. There is something about illumination in darkness that draws me. It’s probably one of the reasons I like walking late at night.
What makes landing so special is looking at the city-scape sliding along underneath the plane. A pointillist picture of light splattered on a dark landscape.
The lights all drift along seemingly without pattern, other than the bright streaks of the major highways. And then every once in a while when the flight-path aligns right and we reach the right position, the points suddenly snap into rigid patterns. Straight lines that were completely invisible a moment before become completely self-evident.
Patterns are in everything, and sometimes what it takes to see them is finding just the right perspective.