Looks like the cover of a battered old sci-fi paperback, but that's the view from the window as the plane before us in the queue took off into the western sky over Manhattan's spiky new skyline. Felt a little sci-fi too to be leaving as a new wave of infections sweeps the City (we saw long lines outside testing sites on our way to the airport), and a lot sci-fi to land in San Diego and see folks at the baggage claim let down their masks, naïve. (Not us!)
