Flights of Fancy

Flying east long distance is always an unusually awe inspiring experience. The sun always seems keen to meet you. From the darkness of the night with the twinkling of a few lights 11,000m below you on some obscure island or forgotten city and a yellow jagged moon yawning horizontally at you, to an orange hue appearing on the horizon lighting up one solitary face of the sometimes-rocky-sometimes-covered-in-a-soft-bed-of-fresh-snow Alaskan Range, representing the eagerness of a brand new day, to the bright sunshine - the pomp and glare of high noon - it all happens quickly.

It's a new day. A new start. A new world. A new hope.

No - I haven't gone nuts. Just very inspired by my Executive Economy window seat on SQ22 from Singapore to NY!

The landscape is mind-bogglingly (sic!) beautiful. At sunrise, we're over Alaska, revealing the contrast of jagged, mean-looking rocks and the purity of untouched snow. As the sun gains in strength and permeates everything, we have flat white expanses of what would be beautiful cold blue steel river. The kind you'd expect to see on a postcard from Vermont.

At this point I'm being chided by the stewardess for keeping my window shade open. They want to keep the cabin pitch dark so passengers won't wake up and ask for things!

I still sneak a peek every so often.