The little reading lamp over my head lit the black ink, clean and steady.

The landing gear locked down with a firm metallic clunk that echoed through the frame of the plane.

Below us, the runway lights of our destination airport appeared through the dark autumn night, two long rows of brilliant white guide lights.

The tires met the pavement with a soft chirp of rubber, and the thrust reversers kicked in with a deep roar.

We taxied smoothly to the arrival gate and came to a final stop beside the silver loading bridge.