Looking at the sun waking up

On my way back home from san Francisco. I can’t sleep so I open the little shelter next to my seat, 44A. Outside an awesome scenario: the sun is rising so I take my computer, activate the cam to capture those colors but nothing, inside the plane it is too dark and it is impossible to record. So I decide to write what I’m witnessing, or at least try.
I’m on the last row so all I can see is the final part of the wing with the Swiss logo painted on the extremity. Below us a huge pool filled with cotton balls. White soft homogenous clouds cover the underneath Atlantic Ocean. And already my mind loses herself and thinks about the ocean, the life in it, the likely adventurers sailing and daring this huge sea for a race, for a dream, for their passion, for themselves. But then I look up again and one of the most beautiful dawns is in front of me. I can see it far way, the first sunshine paint a little part of the cotton pool with a shiny dark orange hue. The more we approach toward it, the more the color becomes red, purple, undefined. On the sky the reflected orange takes a lighter color, a sort of yellow which gradually fades into a light light blue, almost white and then a solid electric blue. For a moment the clouds appear to me as the ocean but it is their uniformity to tell me that those can’t be ocean waves. I can’t stop looking at that reflected orange; it is getting shiner and shiner, darker and darker, cooler and cooler! I wish I had the camera with me but as my old friend used to say:

There will be times when you will be in the field without a camera. And, you will see the most glorious sunset {or the most beautiful scene} that you have ever witnessed. Don't be bitter because you can't record it. Sit down, drink it in, and enjoy it for what it is! ~DeGriff

Wise words…still, I wish I had a camera :)