The Edge of Night

I flew on Aer Lingus, an Irish plane. It was green on the outside of course and all of the staff wore green. The seats were actually very nice, with the cool screen on the back of the chairs so you could watch movies, etc. They also gave us a blanket and a pillow since our flight was over night. Stereotypically, one of the dinner choices was meat and potatoes, though the other one was ravioli. I sat next to Mr. Weston (first name), a retired lawyer from Maine. He was on his way to Paris to see his new grandson. He was very nice and we talked quite a bit. As we flew over Maine, he showed me where he was from. The coolest thing about the flight was the sun. Because of the time that we left, we ended up following the parabolic edge of night as we made our way to Ireland. (Imagine that we had a negative parabolic flight and the night parabola, larger than ours, moved to the left as we moved) Look at this to see what I’m talking about - http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/sunearth.html

The end result: after the first half hour (so we could align with the night), we had perpetual sunrise for 5 hours. Really, it seamlessly transitioned into a sunrise. Below is what it looked like:

Perpetual Sunset

Turning to Sunrise

Fun effects on my phone :D

Coming into Ireland, the clouds were really low on the fields. The countryside was a jigsaw puzzle of differently shaped squares of fields and rows of trees dividing them. A mountain out in the distance peeped over the clouds, though they were kind of low so I’m not sure how tall it was.