Tuesday Sunrise

Recently I was flying from Tokyo to Seattle. It's an overnight trip, about 8-10 hours depending on your tail wind. The curvature of the earth takes you up past the Aleutians and down the coast. It was probably the most spectacular sunrise I've ever seen. Granted, I've not seen too many, silly sun rising so early, but this one truly was amazing. Flying at 40,000 feet, you get a much different perspective of the sun rising. Let me try to paint a picture for you in your mind.

There is a double layered sea of clouds below you drifting at different speeds and directions, resulting in a kaleidoscope of lace. As the rosy light slowly starts to creep over the horizon, it catches the top layer so that it's like we are flying straight into a mouth. It grows stronger and stronger and when we finally break the barrier, the plane is engulfed in rose colored light, sort of like we were chasing a rainbow and actually caught it, overwhelming us with growing color. The wispy top layer then starts to change and the rose slowly turns to gold. Not lame glittery, cold metallic gold but fantastic deep gold that lives and breaths. It catches the top layer too and pretty soon the plane sweeps into the golden mess. The sun is almost up now, and the contrast between the blue and the gold and the white strikes you with it's vividness. Welcome to Tuesday. Again. Silly Date Line.