It's been about nine months since I've last written while 10,000 feet in the air. Flying terrifies and bores me. I'm always so tired and always want to sleep, but I can't because airplanes are small and cramped.

I'm trying to think of something deeply poetic or profound to write about, but I'm coming up with a blank. You would think that being suspended thousands of feet in the atmosphere would stimulate at least a little bit of inspiration. Maybe I'm just tired and didn't have enough coffee this morning, or maybe the noise coming from my mother's bag of chips is simply drowning out my creative process.

Okay, well, I got to watch the sunrise from this height this morning. The cabin was dark and quiet; the only noise was the pressure buildup in our eardrums. It was as if everyone had fallen under a drowsy, subdued enchantment (or maybe it was the 6 am flight). Through the window next to me, I couldn't see the sun, but I watched as our plane raced in an arc through the atmosphere. We climbed with the light; from my window I began to see a gradient in the early morning darkness. Slowly, as if infected by the same sluggishness as the passengers, pink light began to creep through darkness. The color of rose seeped into a light, sleepy blue higher up, and below the pink shone a strip of gold, illuminating the puffy clouds and giving them the appearance of a heavenly alcove- somewhere safe and warm and quiet where you could gaze up at the brilliant colors of the Earth as they danced for ant-like people thousands of feet below.

To the right across the aisle, the most vivid orange flowed through the small pane of glass. It was as if an orange, picked in its absolute prime, had been liquified and then electrified until it glowed with the fervor of a thousand fireflies. This light broke through the drowsiness of the sleeping plane- whereas my side beckoned me to lay quiet in a warm, hazy stupor of blues and rosy pinks, the light which surrounded me from my right was full of energized beauty. It was the sun's way of flirting with us, taunting us as we soared higher and higher into its territory. It filled me with awe and a sadness provoked from wondering when I would see a sunrise like this again.