Flying over cities, it is hard to believe that they are real; the orange-yellow light cutting angular shapes through the black. They appear to be cities of extra terrestrials. They seem digitally mastered. Where the light is brighter, the avenues, the main streets, and how the darkness envelops, containing the unknown, the unseen.
You can see where cities fade into suburb and country.
As we fly over the snow capped Rockies, between the black and white are specks of gold light. Someone is there, lives there between the caverns and caves, peaks and passes. I imagine what the towns must look like- quaint and picturesque in my minds eye. Fields of white turned pale and blue in the moonlight.