Last night, Christmas Eve, I flew into Oakland International Airport at 9pm.
I love flying into the Bay Area in the evening; the lights are more incredible than any Christmas lights. First, they start in small pockets here and there about half an hour before landing. Then as the plane flies over the Bay Area, the metropolis spreads out below you like an elegant evening purse trimmed with blue, gold and silver glass beads.
Each time, I am in awe.
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