We were on our way back from Malaysia. The trip full of interesting experience I have never previously had in my life.
We were lucky to secure seats near each other without paying for this choice. And as miracles happen from time to time, we’ve got the third seat empty!
How cool is that :) So I was able to jump into that window seat and enjoy my “beloved substance” – sky.
We were flying towards sun, passing it, and saying good buy to it.
The full cycle of the sun sky walk.
Incredibly looking clouds took my breath away and I was sitting and watching. Not even watching, gasping views and feelings. It was awesome.
Some clouds looked like dirty icy snow and I was imagining how somebody could do skiing across them:
Some clouds were huge and breathtaking because of their visual power and size:
One moment a giant cloud-bird were flying near the airplane carrying a giant golden egg.
Where did she head to? May be she carried the egg towards the sun? to let it be lighten in its warmness?
Another moment the ocean looked like a mirror, with islands loved and cared by the warm sun, showing the way where the paradise could be:
As we flew farther the day was going to its end. No, wait, it did not feel like that!
It was not the day that was going to its end. It was sun, slowly rolling down the horizon, doing the way it has chosen million times, and leaving a hope that it will back the next day:
The moment the sun hid below the horizon, I felt like I missed something. Something important has just gone. Something that was nice and kind to me and lighten my way.
The last yellow light – like sand running between fingers that is not possible to stop.
And I just hoped that the night will not be cold and fearful, that a new day will come and sun will rise again and will warm me with its light.
I always feel different when I’m in the air. Do you?
