A little something we noticed dropping in on Mexico City

It glows low and yellow at night, not like at home. It looks like it might be simmering.

When you drop out of the night sky over London, you're met with night-bright, highly strung flourescents in tones approaching purity, mingled with orange. Like a microwave.

Flying is like sitting in a freezer: induced inertia in a great metal box. Landing is like cooking.

ttfn,

M & T