' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Flying Into New York

As we hit the coast the landscape encompassing New York gradually unfolds as if we were looking into a living atlas each indention outlined in ice each feature dusted with a fine castor sugar of snow the sea eating the shore the plane's shadow like a large shark cutting through the waves biting the shore before becoming a large bird clutching a house in its beak now like the shadow of death approaching and departing the living humans so minute swarming like ants as if their world was the only world there is.