Almost two hours before dawn as we taxied out from the terminal. Nothing to see outside except the bright lights on the buildings in the distance, the blue taxiway lights, the red warning lights, the red and yellow directional signs, and the green runway edge lights.
Why would anyone bother to point the camera out the window? What could possibly happen? What possible benefit could there be?
Time stretches out, fueled by the speed and the lack of sleep. Then we’re into the clouds and darkness.