Night life

There is little better than a late night flight.

Flying above the clouds. The moon reflecting off the wing of the plane. The line between sky and earth completely shrouded by darkness; indistinguishable.

And then you look up, and there is nothing but black and stars and silence.

Never have I felt more alone and small and insignificant and important and meaningful.

There is so much we have yet to understand.

There is so much yet to come.


I must live for it all.