I like to look at planes flying in the sky, wondering what people are in there.
Where are they from?
Where are they going?
What are they thinking right now?
Are they heading back home? Going on holiday? Returning to their sick parents?
They probably don't think that a girl is standing here, watching them fly away, wondering and thinking about them.
It must feel so free, over the clouds, up in the sky, leaving the nervous world behind.
Think about how something that big suddenly seems so small up there. Like a toy plane. Can you imagine that there are people in there?
I like to watch them fly by, leaving their marks behind them, their lines in the sky, and disappearing into the endless expanses of the world.
Have a safe trip.
