Night Flight to Griffith   I leant my face against the window and hoped to see something I hadn’t seen before— as the Saab 340 hurtled towards Griffith and the lights of Sydney fell further behind.   The reflection of a flashing red strobe light on the undercarriage told me the engine was running and all was well. A destination to look forward to although the weather would be cold.   I found myself peering deeper into the rushing darkness and saw we were flying through snow— when a pair of hands reached out from nowhere and pulled me closer…