Watching the sunrise from aboard an airplane is one of the most tranquil and elegant experiences ever.

For just a few minutes, nothing in the world matters. Something commands your entire attention and you feel like surrendering yourself completely to the beauty and the inspiration that the sight exudes.

Everything appears calm and welcoming, and your troubles have never been further from you. Even the bitingly cold ice covering the Atlantic sea, of which you had had nightmares over on ground, now looks like a magnificent crystal trying to keep the sun to itself. Everyone, it seems, wants a bit of it to themselves.

You wish you were one of those clouds moving towards the resplendent light. Alas, but no. So you look on, and try to keep as much of it in your memories. Because, something in you tells you that as long as you remember this sight and how it made you feel, you would always know that there’s goodness in this world - that there will always be something for you to look forward to and cherish. 

"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air… .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue

I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —

And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.”

- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.