Home Awaits
Minutes after the plane departed the local airport, thousands of feet now above ground level, I was in awe with the sight of clouds. It was my first time on a plane flying during daytime and my first flight on my own. From the grounds, when we look at them, they look like cotton waiting to be pinched, but from above, they seem like a big mass of pure white smoke waiting to be sniffed. I was kinda wishing the clouds could hinder the plane navigation, confusing the pilot to return the plane back to base for a few more minutes so I can hug and say a better farewell to the people I left on the ground. But it continued flying to its destination, the mass of pure white smoke getting fewer, and several hours later a new temporary home awaits.
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| From Canada |
