(almost) touching the sky

Lately I have been thinking about distances. From now to tomorrow. From here to home when your flight has been cancelled. From my status quo to the new culture I am still not familiar with. How do things feel when you don’t have enought space on your skin. How is the emotion that carries you throught in order to make sure you feel home in the end.

And how much space do you allow for the amazement when compared to the comforts of prediction and planning.

I find it fascinating what I have discovered throughout the months of lockdowns and uncertainty. I found out that traveling is part of my identity. Oh, how I took that for granted. So now with little moments I am able to explore and, in this case, to revisit an area I first saw actually 20 years ago - my heart was soaring. And the best thing of all - it’s not nostalgy, it’s not even the sky that’s so close when you are that high up - it’s the people who arrive there with you…