A Flight to Remember

Enroute to Folsom, CA, cruising at 35000 feet in a Boeing MD80 (I somehow always hated the CRJ 700 in comparison) over the vast expanses of numerous mountains in Arizona (unless I am terribly mistaken), boulevard of broken dreams blaring in my ears, a shot of espresso fighting a tired mind to understand the tidings of a certain Tomasulo and out of order execution, I watch the sunset outside my window. Alas, I have no camera good enough to capture the beauty. Even if I had owned the best camera on earth I doubt if it could capture this magnificence. With that said, this is the most feeblest attempt to describe the moment..