Cotton candy clouds and a burning horizon, what can I say that isn’t so cliche? There’s something so sobering about falling asleep to the sunrise. Everything else just becomes white noise and all I can seem to think of is the grooves of the mountain of clouds spread out below me, the way the violent red fades to orange and then a gentle pink. As I lean my forehead against the glass and my lids start to blink drowsily, I have the strangest feeling like I’m peeking in on an intimate moment between lovers. The sunlight has chased the horizon like this, every day, faithfully, for billions of years. And one day, after my story is finished, and my eyes close one last time, the sun will continue to rise, every day, faithfully, for a billion years more.