Instrumentaton: (3 fl., 2 ob., 3 cl., b.cl., 2 a.sax., 1 t.sax., 1 b.sax., 2 bsn., 4 hn., 3 tpt., 3 tbn., 2 euph., 2 tuba., 6 perc., pno.)
There's something really wonderful about an evening flight; the mystery of looking out onto a darkened landscape lit only by brief flashes of lightening. The distant pools of light that slowly coalesce bit by bit into a city. Networks of glowing lines that eventually turn into streets full of activity. There's a certain connection that can be felt by viewing so many lives from a distance, a certain sense of wondering where these trails of light may lead.