Morning in Motown

Plane ride from Seattle to Detroit was miserable. I boarded the airplane and found my seat next to a burly guy eating a sandwich. Cautiously I said "hello" the way Kurt Hummel would greet his father. Couldn't sleep at all throughout the flight. When I arrived in Detroit, I was greeted by the music of the Jackson 5, after all, this is Motown. Below is a picture of the tunnel of lights connecting two concourses at the Detroit Airport, where the road lies this morning.