Traveling at night is strange

I wrote this while en route to philadelphia in an airplane late at night:

Traveling at night is strange. I'm in a plane heading to the east coast from California, and that's what I'm thinking. The only way to measure the urbanity or rurality of where you are is to look at the droplets of orange and see how many they are and how they are spaced. That's all people are from up here. Endless droplets of orange in a sea of black. Sometimes on the horizon you see a faint orange glow, ghastly with the promise of people just over the edge of the visible earth. I think about everyone in each droplet and all their cares and problems. I wonder about the ones who are sad and lonesome, and wonder about the ones who have only just found happiness. I think about how insignificant everything they cherish is from up here. here in this pressurized cabin, whizzing by above their heads, we see so many orange droplets and each person and all they hold dear is just a tiny point of light in those droplets. From here something we cant even could be the most important thing in the world to them; the thing they breathe and live and die for. at least during the day we see cars and houses and offices. we see movie theaters and farms and malls. we see towns and cities. we see the things people love and these things show a semblance of humanity and uniqueness and individualism. but at night, we see only the sickly orange glow that burns bright in every single town. this removes any thoughts of humanity in such places. They now appear inhuman and sterile. honestly though, I dont mind the glow. it can be beautiful. it just isn't human. and thats why I wonder about the people in those droplets. I know they're there. I know they have cares and worries just like anybody else, but it's still hard to imagine with that orange glow pervading. I will keep wondering though, because at night, I live in an orange glow, and at night, everything I love is just a single tiny speck of light. so when someone flys over my town at night and sees the orange glow, I hope they wonder about me, and my cares and worries.

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