Late night plane flight

It was late, the night was dark and clear. A bright moon smiled down on the airport grounds. The array of multicolored lights lit up the runway like a Christmas tree. Twinklings in the sky were the only indication of the many varied planes hidden among the starts. Other planes taxi past us, illuminated from the inside out, reveling many windows full of eager faces. 

We suddenly pick up speed, and are pushed back into our seats. the city of Sydney sprawls out underneath us, buildings and cars dwindling into minuscule flashing, shimmering, moving lights.

- By Estelle Le Sueur