For each new sunsrise....

There’s something about watching the sunrise on an early morning flight going North to anywhere.
 

From 38,000 feet, the view out of an east-facing airplane window offers the horizon expanded to a point where you actually think you can see the curvature of the Earth.  A collage of colors rises from the dark base of the curve and when you gaze up horizon line, just above the orange, pink color wash, your mind begins to envision the sun rays showering down on the areas of land 2,000 miles away.
 

The colors reflected in the sky slowly change as time passes — light orange, pink, splash of purple, a light blue – and you are lulled into a meditative state that abruptly ends when a burst of orange bursts onto the horizon.
 

In a split second the round life producing globe explodes sunshine upon you while you ferociously blink your eyes trying unsuccessfully to focus.
 

As the sphere rests gently on the horizon, various shades of orange, purple and pink shoot over the expanding sphere.  Light begins to ooze across the land below towards the plane – slowly moving across the terrain below you – bringing morning to the sleeping land.
 

Pastures once black shadows, are now green with life; wheat fields previously dark brown, now shimmer in golden glory. 


What was once shrouded in darkness, is now flooded with light and the collage of colors which once sat on the horizon disappear gently, only to return on the other side of the world, as the land once again becomes dark.