20,000 feet. A city creeps by out of the inky-black night, the orange glow looking for all intents and purposes like lava, burbling up from the fiery deep. It floats there, frozen in mid-burble, turns, and then drifts from view. My narrow viewport must be unwilling to dwell on apocalyptic visions.

Another chunk of life slams into my experience hard. It stings a bit, the colors vivid, imprinting themselves on my soul.