on bailing out
I drove through the sunrise this morning, from the dark of night to the full of the daylight. It was the first complete sunrise that I've seen since the one-month wonder that marks the morning at the South Pole. There's magic in the subtle changes that exist in the hours of twilight and dawn. Even though it hurts more these days to stay up, the reward of sunrise at the tail of an all-nighter is still worth it.
From the in-between (grabbing wireless and breakfast in Kearney, NE), here's another article I had published in In The Fray: Six Short Hours