We jet along above them, descending slowly. We are an hour and a half outside of Frankfurt. Our descent plateaus above the cloud-line and we skit along the tops for close to an hour, reluctant to descend any further unnecessarily. Finally, with perhaps 15 minutes to go, there's a very slight weightless feeling and we begin the final descent. I take in the sky and sun purposefully. I don't know when I'll see them again, it could be months. The last sliver of blue is whisked away as we enter the clouds. I expect a discernable boundary underneath. I don't know why. Unlike the top, the story is now one of shades, and we descend through a gradient of grey. There is no sun here.
The last leg of my flight went well. They fed us, and, coming off the buzz I obtained in Charlotte, I fell asleep. I sat next to a window and a lady. Don't know if her nationality matters. Certainly not now that I'm sober (She was Portuguese, saw her passport). She was also a mouth-breather with horrible breath.
Despite leaving an hour and a half late, we must have made up some time. I had earlier resigned myself to missing my connecting flight to Leipzig, but managed to make it (without running or stressing) with 5 minutes to spare. Unfortunately my suitcase didn't (I'm told it will be delivered tomorrow, although I was told the same thing yesterday). The upside to that is that I didn't have to lug it all the way home.
So now it's back to the IGH. It's warmer here than it has been in Vegas, which means rain and ice. Here's a view from my window:
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