Above the Clouds, Below the Dawn

Window seats earn their keep on flights like this one. We were somewhere north of Lisbon, climbing north towards Ireland, when the sun decided to put on a show off the right-hand side of the aircraft.

The horizon went from a deep, almost bruised red, up through that signature aviation orange, and finally settled into a clean morning blue at the top of the frame. That single wispy cloud hanging across the middle felt almost too well placed — like it had been brushed in afterwards. Shooting through a scratched, double-glazed plastic window is never ideal, but every now and then the light is generous enough that the window stops mattering. This was one of those mornings.

Worth the early alarm getting up early for a flight to Stansted and then on to Cork.

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