But the high quality peoplewatching in the airport lounge makes up for any forgettable gastronomic experiences. Argued about film with baggage inspectors again. Nighttime on the flight lasts just long enough for a Steve Martin and Goldie Hawn movie. The sunrise is like none I've ever seen. A 180 degree view and a perfect rainbow spectrum on the horizon.
Space is still dark above.
It makes it possible to understand how blue becomes black. The yellow is almost fierce now and the stars are gone. Several rows behind me someone shuffles, coughs. We eventually pass the other jet. The lights come on in the plane.