A white night on the eve of a morning flight has become a tradition. I'm not an early bird and I panic at the thought of not waking up and missing the plane, so I don't go to sleep! I start packing in the middle of the night, I listen to music, I eat, and in extreme cases I iron and clean! The interesting thing about this habit, is that most of the times I feel in better shape than when I sleep and wake up with the alarm clock, my notorious enemy...!
Seeing the sunrise, the city waking up, the nuances of colours and shades in the sky and the reflection of the sun on the windows, enjoying the silence, is all very soothing and beats the early flight anxiety. Give it a try sometime! Taking off now âď¸
