Written 20 minutes into a transpacific flight.

About a year ago, when I first started at a Db and Covid was triggering a domino fall of lockdowns around the world, I imagined what it’d be like for the pandemic to end:

When this is through — when the borders are open and the herd is immune and we can drink Corona unironically — there will be a global spring unlike any we’ve seen in our lifetimes. Economic growth. Baby booms. Sunshine, flowers, bunnies, etc. We’ll be taking shots of perspective and washing it down with unbridled optimism, and we’re going to do it together.

The reality, as we're beginning to see, is less of an ON/OFF switch and more of a gradual reopening, a slow sunrise toward normalcy. I’ve always liked sunrises, and my partner Dana and I decided to get a head start on the view. From way up here — 20,000 feet and climbing — we can more clearly see the break of dawn, and it feels incredible.

Dana quit her job last week. I quit one of mine. For the next six months we'll be traveling and I'll be writing you postcards from places more exciting than our apartment in San Francisco. I’m excited to share the journey, and hope to bump into you out here someday soon. Wouldn’t that be special?

OK, I'm gonna watch The Lion King and have a cry (I always cry on planes.) When the flight attendants turn out the lights in a few hours, everyone on this 787 will get a row to themselves. There couldn’t be more than 30 people on this plane — all of us upgraded to poor-man’s first class, a welcomed perk for getting up early to catch the sunrise.