After the fog I saw what looked like computer chips. The layout of a semi large city in the middle of
flyover country
. As we flew closer the cars on the highway looked like toy cars. Those things would kill you if they hit you down there. But from above through this oval window they looked like toys... or not even
toys
. Not physical. But simulations. Like they were in a video game.
On this day the weather was glum. Cloudy and gray. Fitting for the ugliness of this place. Yet I'd never felt so... I can't think of a word here but it's not excitement because I have felt more excitement when going off to some new place. I guess I have never felt so purposed to be someplace than I did, descending into this place. I guess although I'd never called it home my entire life. I was back. Home.