The flight reached its cruising altitude of thirty-six thousand feet without a single bump. Outside the window, a golden sunset painted the sky in shades of amber and violet, creating a breathtaking canvas that few people ever had the privilege to witness so intimately. Elena turned to her co-pilot, a bright young aviator named Marcus, and managed a warm smile. Marcus was aware that it was her birthday, having noticed the subtle alert on the flight roster earlier that morning, but he respected her quiet demeanor and kept the professional atmosphere focused and calm.
Wings Over Solitude
