Until this morning, it had been years since I saw the sun rise.  I’ve never been much of a morning person, but today I found myself on an Amtrak train at 5:15 am, speeding from Philadelphia to Newark, NJ.  As we neared the airport train station, I watched as the undersides of the clouds reflected the growing light of the sun.  It started a dusky, pale rose and grew fiercer and more orange.  A bright, slashed bit of moon lost its prominence as the sky abandoned near black and shifted closer and closer to blue, fading and brightening, until I wasn’t sure I could trust my remembrance of the vanished darkness or the glowing moon.

All of this happened over the steaming, industrial land of northern New Jersey.