I can’t remember the last time I had flown in to Miami with the sun still hanging in the sky. Today was the exception. The orange globe was just there above the horizon illuminating the 10,000 islands that run from Florida’s west coast scattered like tossed green pebbles around the bottom tip of Florida. The sun’s warmth reached me though a slight have of my airplane’s plexiglass window.
The open expanse of the Everglades is s sight to see in these ultimate conditions. Usually looking out the planes window there is just endless darkness, with an occasional light. Eventually a hard defined edge divides the suburban, which were once wetlands, from the land that still is, the river of grass.
The morning blurs in from the night as my body and mind struggle with the heat, the jet lag, and not knowing wether I should be sleeping or eating. Hoping aboard the Miami Metrorail I was able to sit and just look out over the city as it sprawls into infinity.
There is a real greenness to Miami. It may be an urban concrete jungle but interspersed everywhere is greenery. There are trees, bushes, bromeliads and all sorts of tropical fauna that is sorely missing from Tokyo.
It is one of the parts of Miami’s character that I truly love. The plant diversity even within the city is just amazing, and the skies stretch into forever.