I peer past the passenger in the window seat, the night sky is illuminated by a floor of tangled lights in shades of crimson, burnt orange and white. I sit and wonder what they all mean. The moving cars along the desolate highway resemble a motorised ant colony, marching their way to their destination. Dimmed lights and blackened windows of the apartments adorns the London skyline, people ending their day, others starting theirs. The varying pace of the lives we live, once represented by a burning flame, now an electric light. The world has changed. We migrate like birds from city to city and enjoy the view our ancestors would never see. Up above in the sky, gliding by.
Written by Maxine Stacey
