Wrote this on the plane to NYC.  I had taken a night flight from Portland, OR (where I was living at the time) and the sun was rising…:

 I am constantly in awe of how beautiful everything is around me. (635 mph, 36227 ft) I am watching the sunrise over the skies of Iowa...at over 30,000 ft.  The color is amazing.  Deep, rich, moist, thick, saturated.  It looked like someone smeared paint in rainbow colors in the sky, distinct bands of color.  The red clearly defined from the orange.  The orange, yellow, green, blue, purple all distinctfully yet gracefully separated from each other.  The great lakes below me, sparkled by the peek-a-boo sun and twinkling city lights lining the water edge.  Lake Huron I believe as we pass between Grand Rapids and Elliot.  (Handy JetBlue trip charter...watch as we go)  I wish my camera had the scope and capacity to capture this magnificent beauty.  Hills and trees also peeking their heads out of the darkness with the sunlight as their guide.  Clouds looming magnificently and majestically over the sleeping yet budding city.  One tick of the suns latitude and the colors lighten in a flash, yet still defined and beating like a hovering bird in the sky, jet streams and horizontal clouds dapping the Van Gogh art of natures skies/  As I peek out my window over my sleeping plane-mates I know that distant land I see upon the horizon is Canada, land of wonder in my eyes.  Never before seen country, virginal to my eyes, virginal to my eyes.  Canada, oh Canada, this land of free at 38469 ft, 637 mph sure does zoom by the yes, through the mind, and out my hand.  When will I get to touch your soil?  Ontario, I see you barely now through the thick billowing clouds below me, above you.  What a sight of majesty!  The still wet Van Gogh is covered by a sheet of billowing moisture, particles that make up stratus.  Royalty of brilliance in the sky.  All that glitters goes in the sky when it dies.