The seatbelt sign went off with a double chime, and passengers started getting up to collect their coats and carry-ons.

I waited until the main aisle had cleared before I stood up from seat 4A.

I reached under the seat, pulled out my canvas duffel by its sturdy shoulder strap, and swung it smoothly onto my left shoulder.

I stepped off the plane into the quiet arrival concourse and paused for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the brighter lights.

The air here was cool and crisp and carried the smell of autumn leaves drifting in through the open doors by the ground transportation exit.