the perfect remedy

When the mind cannot sleep, and when restlessness reaches down even to the marrow of my bones, I find an escape. I hardly ever wake up early enough to see the sunrise—and usually the sunrise is obscured by Cincinnati smog—and the sunrise will not wait for me. Yet I can go to the sunrise, and thousands upon thousands of feet in the sky, I can lean against the window and watch the sun rising over the great ocean swells. And you thought I played flight simulator just because it was fun…