Night over Europe

I once read an interview with a seasoned pilot, who had spent many bright summer nights crossing the North Atlantic. Reflecting on the serenity of those nights he simply said “we do not belong up there”. Maybe true.

There is something intangible about flying through the night, even high above our own continent, to just take in the landmass, the cultural landscape, the thick layers of history, all the houses with their warm receiving lights.