Back in Time
I happened to look out the window on my flight to Germany last night and realized we were passing over the Arctic, or at least a very snowy portion of Canada. It was still light, and there was snow everywhere, and some open water. I suppose airplanes fly over the polar ice cap all the time, but I had never seen the ice on any of my previous flights to Europe. It was like returning to winter. Approaching Frankfurt, I looked out the window again. Now it was dark, but the sky was cloudless and the stars were brilliant.
I'm in a cafe in the Frankfurt Airport train station. The clock says 7 a.m., but my body says 1 a.m.