where the land meets the sea

The place where the land meets the sea
is the place I ought to be
The land is behind me
The open sky and the blue sea
giving the mind a chance to be free
Works left behind,
No DVDs, with the loved ones I will be

Something happens to the mind while playing in the water
I become a child of an age, less than mine by a quarter

The place where lands meets the sea
“To be or not to be [1]”

[1] Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1

Your phone doesn’t have an internet, you might have some downloaded music, but are tired of listening to the limited number of music after thirty minutes or so. You might have some work to do which you have set up on your laptop to make it possible to do offline. You might even have a book, on top of that romance novel with a drama. That should be enough pass the time on a five hours long flight? Well, it was not for me. I had just finished my two and half months long internship and was heading back home directly after work. I had an evening flight (just because it was cheaper) and a window sit which I chose so that I could look outside. I love flying. It is not a regular thing for me. I barely fly once in two years so everytime I am on a plane I act as if it is as comparable as an adventure like skydiving, bungee jumping, or a crazy roller coaster ride. Why not? I am clapping in every landing. I might not do it out loud, but I do it in my heart. Also why not? I trusted millions of people with my life to fly on this big bird and they stood upto to my trust and sometimes even beyond with an excellent customer service so a clap is least I can do. Although my long legs feels cramped up after a long flight.

Anyways, I spent most of my flight staring out of the window. I had to work hard to see the vibrant parts of the sky as I accidently got a sit right behind the right wing and it blocked my view most of the time. I had to sit leaning front resting my chin on my palm to view the sky from the window that was infornt of my window. The only moment I was not staring out of the window was when I needed to strech my arm to get rid of the numbness. It was totally worth it. The brief visibility of blue-orrange-yellow-gray-black sky, the twinkly lights on the ground, the openess of the world outside the window and the compactness of my plane space was a perfect habitat for a wandering mind.

Looking at all the lights beneath me I wonder what exactly denotes the presence of human in an area? A walking soul mostly has a source of light on them. Mostly, a house has a awake human if there is a presence of any light despite the sources. It could be from the light bulb, from a mobile phone, laptop, etc.