Something sphotographed in some exotic place and slaped on the small plane window.
You could see the navy blue city below with the cluttered auray of street lights.
A bright gold, neon orange color spread across the top of the city in a perfect line.
Melted into a pale blue that flats in to a darkening night sky.
The stark, white, cresent moon hung with only one star far off to the left.
It was gorgeous, unbelievable and so magnificent it didn't look real.
The dark silowet of the plane's wing with it's flashing red light showning through the shadows. Taking me home. To a new life and to some of the biggest changes I was about to face.