Flying at night...

...is always an adventure for me. The stars are so clear, and the city lights below are fascinating. Flying home from California last night, we were approaching SeaTac airport, coming around the circle on our way in for the landing. The fog was thick below us, with the lights of the Seattle area glowing under the cloud bank in various patches. We made the last turn, ready to make the final approach and the waning moon appeared low over the clouds, very large and very orange.

As we entered the clouds and headed toward the ground, we had almost reached the runway, when the pilot realized that he wasn't properly aligned and so up we went again. Though some people on the plane were a little freaked out by this, I was happy for another look at that moon. I wanted to stay up there, perhaps three or four more turns...