I love watching planes in the sky. Especially ones that just took off - the ones at the beginning of their journey. I imagine all the possible destinations & all the interesting people who could be on board. In just a few seconds I breathe a little deeper and the world feels a bit bigger, making me a little more free.
I don’t really like seeing planes land. It gives me a sad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Kind of like the awkward knot I feel when someone half-happily announces wedding plans and I can tell they aren’t in love.
"No, don’t land just yet. Keep flying for a little while longer."