from my seat over the wing

I saw a yellow moon rising. Far below were the lights of a city. Above were stars that looked closer. On our level, a thundercloud flashed with lightning.

We went through heavy clouds to land. My heart beat faster when I heard the pilot tell the flight attendants to take their seats. While the plane slid back and forth I closed my eyes. I thought of the moon rising over the Puget Sound; pink, then orange, then white.