The Red-Eye

We’ve taken the red-eye home from Vegas probably one too many times but I actually prefer it over leaving Vegas mid-day and losing a full day of vacation.

The red-eye last night meant a late check-out yesterday, breakfast at John Philippe Patisserie at Aria for crepes and coffee, all afternoon at the pool, a stroll along the strip and then an early, light dinner of wine, cheese, bread and salami at Sage. The ideal meal, as it turns out, when you have a full night of travel ahead of you.

Dark in the cabin of the plane, a hushed quiet as the passengers read, slept, talked quietly amongst themselves. Sleep failed me despite my best efforts and instead I stayed awake, watching a movie (something I no longer do at home).

But aftermath of not sleeping, of being so tired that my vision blurred when I stepped off the plane was worth it.

For that last day in Vegas, yes, but almost more for that early morning solitude, the quiet. A chance to decompress.

Above all else, that sunrise above the clouds.

The red-eye.


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