Belfast, Northern Ireland. Afternoon.
The Airbus H155 flew low over the Lough, offering a brief, panoramic view of a city whose history was written in its dividing lines. Belfast sprawled beneath them… a patchwork of neighbourhoods where the flags and murals told you everything you needed to know about which side of the road you were on. The sky had hardened into a sheet of low grey cloud, and a fine, persistent drizzle streaked the cabin windows as they descended… a fitting welcome to the most delicate stop of the day.
