I wish I could take a picture of it, but it wouldn’t show up through this small airplane window I am peering out of. We are flying over the vastness of Russia right now, about 4 hours still until we reach India. We are fleeing the land of the midnight sun, and it has now just about set. Most of the clouds and sky are a dark gray, but I can still make out a little bit of land below. The sky towards the sun is streaked with candy-colored pink clouds. And below I can see a river reflecting them, a concentrated lightening bolt of pink.