In the hotel room, looking out the window, America as one might imagine it.
Between two worlds, after soaring over the clouds from Paris to Salt Lake City, and as the plane descended the land had appeared really foreign, rivers, mountains, frozen lakes, and cities sprawled wide because there is so much space.
Then there was Salt Lake City and Albuquerque at sunset.
Since I was seated East, red sky flooding in through the opposite windows later, and the night towards the end of the flight, bright spots, gold pink, looking more like camp fires than villages lights.
Blurred vision before landing, Albuquerque all lit up and pushing back the darkness against the night.
Catching up from jet lag.