HK airport: an hour before takeoff, and i'm making myself comfortable on the chairs of the pre-departure. Comments are often overrated, yet... Tae daw hin kahahagkut.
And 24+4+3 hours later.
Opening the window shade, I saw the light. We were following the sun.
I wanted to jump into cirrus through cirrus, stratus through stratus, every layer of the utopia in the sky. I wanted to make a trampoline out of the cumulus clouds, land with a 'poof!', and dive into the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean. A peach paradise was on the horizon towards the east, and a cumulostratus gummy bear was off to follow the light.
We followed the sun a few hours more, trying to delay the ending of the day, but of course, it had to end sometime. I was left with a neon pink penlight tracing the horizon, and there was grey, and I found myself in Mauritius, circling the mountain in the middle of the plains.
What kind of landscape is this? Dammit. I want live here, that is if I even learn French.
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