Amsterdam-Leeds. A 55 minutes flight at sunset.
That’s all it took for me to make a wish, an incredibly cheesy wish, but still mine. So here it goes, I guess.
I wish my heart was a plane!
I wish that it could fly away, through all the turbulences, rain and wind, above the clouds, where the sun always shines.
Where the world looks its best.
Where you are reminded of how little you and your problems really are.
Where the clouds look like a safe blanket and can’t hurt you anymore.
Where you feel free.
Where you feel you could go anywhere you want because in that moment, you own the world. (Yes, David Guetta, the World is MINE!)
And sometimes you just need a 55 minutes reminder that you have a beautiful world at your feet.