I enjoy plane rides. At least taking off. That's when you are pushed back into your seat from the g forces. I love the speed. Last night I was enamoured with the view of NY and Long Island from the plane as we broke through the clouds descending into LaGuardia. It looked magical with all the different lights twinkling, defining the natural geography. The water is black but you know it's there.

As you get closer, the sparkling lights become street lights defining buildings and parking lots. The movement of cars coming and going create a continual stream of movement. I wonder what this appears like to an alien arriving for the first time. It must look like wierd.

Landing was fun this time because the plane bounced once. I think the pilot is like me...he prefers take offs.