Seizing the Day in America's Westernmost Territory
The mighty Pacific crashes thunderously against the base of the cream-colored cliffs and even from your perch 400 feet above the smashing waves, the sound is intimidating. You lean over the catwalk at Two Lovers Point and your eyes spiral down to the foaming chaos below. It's still not quite light, and the waves shimmer with phosphorescence, highlighting the flocks of gulls and terns dancing above the breakers. You check your watch, "Almost time ..." Just a few more seconds and ... There it is! The first spark of brilliant orange breaks the deep blue horizon and sends a golden arc skyrocketing into infinity. You're in Guam, where America's day has just begun. You think to yourself, "It's still yesterday back home ... I can make today anything I want ..."
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