Sunrise over America

At 6.10am this morning I was 37,000 feet over the middle of America, sleepy eyes screwed up looking at the most vivid of sunrises.

The curvature of the earth was highlighted by a crescent of fire - above the black, misty edge of this world the sky burnt yellow, through orange to flaming red, finally diffusing into deep blue and then black. A few minutes later, the red sun appeared like a sparkling ruby in the centre of the display and the glow through the windows of the aircraft lit up the inside of our metal tube like dancing firelight.

It made getting up at 4am this morning somewhat more pleasing.