Sitting next to the window, looking out. Daydreaming a bit. And completely enjoying the excitement of departure, of taking off, of feeling skybound once again, despite those more than 3000 km to go.
I wish I was there already and at the same time not there yet. I wish the irresistible "I'm flying" smile would be enough to overcome the fatigue of the journey.
And while it suddenly comes back to my mind that in the cockpit of a 737 the pilot cannot stand straight, contrary to an A320, I know I will always be grateful to who showed me what it really was like to be airborne.
And I wish I could pay back, that when I arrive at destination you would be able to see the world through my eyes, feel the warmth through my skin and the peace through my soul. And like it as I do.
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