Views from above.

Lima's pretty dim at night. I'd have expected more lights from a city its size.

La Paz spreads like a brown blanket over the Andean hills. The size is surprising, as well as the violent layer of air that you pass through right before you land.

Miami is big and bright; the energy of the city pulses, lightning flashing through the clouds above and around.

Los Angeles is burning, choking in the billowing smoke.

I recognized the contours of the Los Altos hills on the way down, with a warm sense of familiarity. Does that make this home?