Flying home, I looked out the window to see the setting sun reflected on the nacelle and leading edge of the wing.
Only one flight today but I sat in 3A twice. My first plane made it as far as the end of the runway before turning around for another check by maintenance. My second plane flew just fine — and that’s what matters.
Sitting in 3A, waiting for a rerun of the safety announcements, I shot into the rain.