The Night Flight Window Seat: City lights like scattered embers below

Isla Merriweather

There is a particular hush that settles over a cabin once the cities below shrink to scattered points of light. This is a slow pass through that quiet: the hum of engines steady beneath you, clouds thinning to reveal grids of amber and white, the occasional glimmer of a highway or a harbor. No plot, no destination, just altitude and stillness, meant to carry you gently past the last waking thought and into rest.