…when any sane person would have been catching a quick four or five hours of sleep.
Looking north toward Chicago
First crack of dawn from 37,000 feet.
The river valleys in Pennsylvania fill with ground fog until thr sun can burn it off.
The sun peeked over the horizon as we came into New Jersey 
The closest I’ve ever been to Manhatten.
Wasaaay too much going on, waaaaaay too little sleep.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 