The Aerial Perspective Series | Vol. 1 A t 400 feet above the sleeping city, a small hum cuts through the dawn. Below, traffic lights blink in rhythm, sprinklers hiss across manicured lawns, and the skyline glows like a pulse. Up here, in the thin layer between earth and sky, a new kind of infrastructure hums quietly — invisible to most, indispensable to all. Drones. They don’t carry passengers or deliver our groceries (at least, not yet). Their true work happens in silence —