Flight 0954

It would be a relatively short plane ride, they told me. Of course, I already knew that. I always thought there was something extremely peculiar about planes, those gigantic metallic machines that bridge one place to another.. that skip one time zone to another, almost defeating time.. Challenging what we once recognised as possible.. a plane was home’s calling, but when adventure raised its voice.. it was also its demise. But despite these more or less obvious observations, those hours we spend in the shelter of a plane.. floating in thin air.. everything seems to hit a short pause.. literally, life queues in transit. I slowly poured my purplish red wine into a fragile plastic cup. I welcom

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