A Bedtime Story
Along the rough edges of the night, the sun flares in a brilliant last hurrah like a match suddenly ignited and, in its futile attempt to hold off the night, the fire cools and dims like a smoldering ember of the day. The bedtime story complete, we sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight…nestled warmly in our cabin, we drift into sleep as the aircraft barrels on into the night.
The Aerial Horizon 