When flying at night near the tops of the clouds sometimes the canopy of stars will suddenly disappear. At this moment, we have no sense of the horizon except that which is presented on our instruments. In our moment of deprivation, St Elmo’s Fire begins to creep and flash in static discharges over our windscreen…a private lightning storm inches away from our faces.

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