8. I’ve always been convinced that a sunrise is more beautiful than a sunset, and I don’t have really good reasons why. It probably started with the first sunrise I can actually remember, over the Blue Ridge mountains while sitting on rocking chairs with Sally and Jasmine, but also reminds me of early morning ski trips with my dad, and even earlier morning drives through Northampton County during my first year of teaching. Either way, I love them. And getting to see one over DC as my plane landed on the way to Michigan was exactly what I needed.
-2 because once again I managed to fly into DC without ever seeing the Capitol building from the sky. How does that always happen!?!?