En route to ANC

I look out the window, and see thousands of bright and dim eyes looking back at me against the dark black canvas of night. A flash of red periodically lights up the bottom portion of the massive GE-90 engine which thrusts the plane forward at close to a thousand kilometres an hour. A smooth, smooth flight so far, almost 5 hours on our way to Alaska over the frozen prairies of Canada.

Occasionally, the pale, orangey glow of a settlement or village appears scattered over the land below like diamonds in the dark. It is hard to tell the sky apart from the land. Where do they meet, where does one end and another begin?

Through my little window I can only see a small part of the great big world out there. A world that is shrinking and passing quickly by as the plane speeds toward its destination.