They look like stars from here.

The games were very exciting and lots of fun, but I ended up with a draw and a loss on my last day. My loss was against the same type of army, so I foresee some practice in my future. I think I had the most fun out of all my trips at this tournament, so I'll certainly go next year.

We relaxed in the airport, though there was some tension as we thought our flight may be delayed. All the tension left when the train peeled off the landing strip. Flying at dusk was magical. The different lights on the ground had different effects. Housing communities looked like eldritch runic signatures, something at home on the blade of an over sized sword on the cover of a trashy fantasy novel. Highways wove great nets, glittering jewels that were cars or larger buildings blazing with light. Everything growing smaller and smaller, the higher we climbed. I watched the sunset disappear one color at a time, until all light vanished in a grey fog, and the plane began to shake. When we left the fog, there was only a greenish smear in the sky, I thought it was some kind of cool bio-luminescent cloud, but it was all that was left of the sunset. Soon that too was gone. We soared through dark skies with only the faintest shimmer from the land below. Anything can be beautiful, depending on your distance from it.

A had a long and slightly unsettling conversation with a friend as we drove back from Providence. We were mired in construction traffic until we hit the back roads, and I dropped him off. He was admiring how calm I was, and how well things were going for me compared to his trouble life.

It all depends on your distance.