escape is by air, and sleep soon follows. Waking in a sleepy
haze, I lift the shade that a steward has pulled down over the oval
airplane window. Heading west, we chase the darkness that
billows up in front of us. The horizon begins to lighten in
our wake, revealing misty hillsides, lakes and the occasional village.
As in a dream, the crescent of the sun rises a surreal orange.