JONIZZLE

Flying eastward from Los Angeles at night with a window seat is quickly becoming a favorite. I LOVE being miles above in the evening sky and being able to see clear across entire states, while guessing which cities we’re hovering over, and which cities are glowing in the distance, and oh how they glow! The vastness of the American expanse dotted with pockets of light turns me into an 11-year old, into a smaller version of myself, and rightly so. Being so high and looking out, where one becomes eye-level with the Big Dipper and seeing all there is below, is just so calmly thrilling and makes you realize how small we are. Looking out from my window I’ll see collections of civilization shine and shine, and see them connect to each other by lit-up interstates. And sometimes I can see hundreds of headlights moving like ants on those long and thin interstates, which themselves remind me of a daddy long leg.

If you take it all in at once, the sky and the landscape, they blend together in the dark and there is no longer a visible horizon. The lights of nature and the lights of man come together and twinkle and dance on the canvas of the night and it is something to behold. And then you’ll reach the rising sun, breaking dawn upon sleeping homes in cities emerging from their slumbering states, while I spy and witness a new day set to arrive.

Oh these crazy American nights.

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LA was cold. Chicago was cold. O'Hare was freezing. Springfield very nice. Yea, no sticky humidity. Amazing.