(Read while listening to: Serenade for the Winds by Mozart)
Most of the time lately I feel like I don't belong down here on Earth.
And so, I feel lucky whenever I get to fly... to feel closer to the ethereal reality that floats above all our material tribulations.
Too bad I just get a little window to look at such a wide open space. To contemplate perfection.
And even worse that I have to land.