Working in the film industry for so many years I travel back and forth from LA to New York more times than anyone could count and I always loved when we’d fly past that point where the lights on the ground would end and all you’d see was total darkness below.
I’d stare out the window and dream of what it was like down there and felt like I was Kevin Costnar’s character in “Dances with Wolves” and I loved feeling like I was witnessing the frontier while it was still there.
Then as the years rolled by the amount of time we flew over darkness dwindled and pretty soon as you flew over one city and watched it from the time you spotted it ahead of us to the time it disappeared behind us there would be another city ahead to take its place and, like polka dots across the land you’d see lights both ahead and behind and I remember that one very specific red eye flight I took home to be with my family for the 4th of July, where I stared out the window the entire time we crossed America where the total darkness never came and the trail of lights went coast to coast and there was no longer any stretch where you couldn’t see a string of lights somewhere on the horizon and I remember trying to tell my whole family about this, like Chicken Little frantically trying to tell everyone the sky was falling, because it seemed to have such profound significance to me while it seemed to have no meaning at all to anyone else and my story about the end of darkness and untouched wilderness fell on apathetic ears. I still long for those those days where I saw the darkness and hope it’s not too late to find it somewhere else. But this is a beautiful picture of the earth as it is now and seen from the international Space Station. Pretty cool. We really are such a one of a kind, beautiful miracle gem in the middle of a ever expanding universe. BTW, That’s my house in Southampton dead center at the very bottom with the one light that looks like a twinkling star
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Wendy Schulman what a great story and how fortunate you are to see through imaginative eyes. -
Gregg P Sullivan Thanks Wendy Schulman, but it’s not my imagination, that one light right in the middle at the bottom of the page out there on the tip of Long Island , that’s got that four point star burst eminating out of it really is my house in Southampton LMAO No, Really !! -
Wendy Schulman for pete sake!! how do you know thats your house?? are the three wiseguys from outer space gonna come to bestow gifts upon thee?
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Gregg P Sullivan Creative Speculation !!! ROTFLMAO
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Gregg P Sullivan Nope, actually it was a couple of chicks in diaphanous gowns bearing bottles of tequila and champagne cheering “PARTY” !!!
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Wendy Schulman lol you wish!
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Susan Lovebug Storm OMG I love this you have no idea how many times I have said this same thing … There is another example of this .. The Strip of highway road that leads from Knoxville Tenn to Morristown .. As a young girl it would seem forever from KNOX to Jefferson City then on to Morristown …. Because there was patches no houses or business lining the street .. but now when I go home there is no break anymore it is all connected now … Wow I think it is crazy how some of us this means things to us in our hearts .. It takes away the remembrance of time frame from one place to another …. When now it all blends as one …. Awesome story .. Hugs Sully for tagging me … -
Susan Lovebug Storm By the way I think I am right by the little dark image in the middle .. Then look to the left zoom in .. HI WAVING .. SEE ME ..
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Ditter Kellen You can’t see me. I’m a figment of your imagination. -
Toni Mantus It is beautiful from this angle but I miss the darkness when you could look up and see millions of stars! -
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Michael Voight Wow that was magical! Always a great story teller Gregg.. -
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Alex Hazen Dementia is setting in BIG time with him, lol! Tequila gowns? Really?? He was sent out in the hall in second grade for being “too imaginative”. Him and Robin Williams. -
Syneca Featherstone What you wrote hit home for me. There are times I long for the solace that can be found in those places man has not left his mark. -
Lydia Sue Keidel Cool view, and viewpoint (so twue) Here’s another look at NYC I think you’ll appreciate.
