As the radio static signals the end of the pilot's prompt, a chime and flash of the seat belt sign tell me I am almost home. As we begin our descent, the sea of clouds becomes a canopy, and a peak outside the airplane window reveals the blue ocean. An expanse peppered with islands, boats, and if you were to look hard enough, even people. Yet in a blink of an eye, the water seamlessly dims. And it is when the blue turns to black that I know that I am, indeed, home. But the city, too, hides another sea of surprise.

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