The wake-up calls most definitely suck, but sitting on a plane, watching the sun come up over the horizon might just be one of the most beautiful things to watch. It makes the lack of sleep completely tolerable.
I originally planned to sleep in the extra hour this morning and catch the 7am flight from New York City to Washington, DC. For some reason, however, I was laying in bed rather wide awake at 3:45am and so I made the decision to get up and catch a sunrise at 24,000 feet. Not too shabby.
Yes, the bright spot in the middle is Times Square.
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