From the Airplane Window:
The clouds are starting to break. There are lights below. I can see flashes from other airplanes zigzagging below. The world beneath is starting to open up again. For a moment, I don't want it to yet. Looking at the sky in all its beauty, I want to keep it that way. The clouds look like snow as it starts to thaw. The ground is slightly visible now. The lights below look like a Christmas tree. It all looks the same down below; you'd hardly know there was life everywhere, people with families. There's no more sunlight now. Down below I see blue spots that look like rivers or maybe lakes.
I see flashes of light again. The ground is lighted and glistens now. Every which where - I love the lights. All over the ground as we inch closer to the bottom: lights. The city is farther in the distance for sure. Its compact. Roads spring up. It's beautiful at night. More patches, flashes of light. We keep moving . . .
Linking up for Five Minute Friday (a little late on Saturday!) for the topic Wonder