Night Runway

Evening brought steady warmth rising straight up from the radiator fins. Perfect thermal lift. I rolled past the edge of the sofa, hopped the low wooden ledge, and parked right along the painted windowsill. Outside, city streetlights were flicking on one by one in long golden ribbons below. The glass felt cool against my wingtip while the bottom of my pontoons soaked in the rising heat. Throttle down, rudder steady. A smooth panoramic lookout to wind down the flight deck for the night.