Reward in Light
Waking in darkness, venturing through the night, passing myriad coffee stands yet to open…we work our way toward the sky…As we escape the shadows and fly tangent to the troposphere we join in the sunrise…As the terminator slips away from us, our Brocken specter bending dawn’s light as it reflects back toward us, we receive the reward for our predawn toil.
The Aerial Horizon 
The words so beautifully balance the picture
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