I’ve seen the Flats from above in fog and rain, snow and sun, but on this trip the light came and went as the clouds skimmed overhead. I haven’t seen that before. It was as though light and shadow were playing and as they chased one another below us, they teased details out of the earth that we don’t usually notice. The greens were greener; the blues shifted from cobalt to slate in a breath. It’s just a nameless stream crossing the endless tracks of the Flats, but to me there is beauty in every bend.