Bird's Eye View

It is magnificent outside. Spires pierce the misty dusk forming rugged slices of faint graduations of golden-brown that lead to the setting sun. Clouds stretch and twirl. Half the sky is rejoicing in sunshine while the other is stern with impending hails. Cars stream and sparkle on a silver belt of highway, still wet from a fleeting rain. Planes are like specks of dust, revealed only through binoculars. A vast land lights up and night flicks into existence.