Rising sun

This morning some business took me across the frozen wastelands of central Alberta in a puddlejumper aircraft. I watched the sun come up from several thousand feet in the air; ice crystals formed on the porthole of a window I was afforded, sitting in the jumpseat of the doddle bug of a plane that was supposed to get us half way across the province. As we were that much closer to the sun, I expected that it would be warmer. It wasn't and ice glistened off the wings. Made me wonder of maybe Icarus was a myth? Oh, wait, it was!