This was the first time in her life, looking down from a God's perspective at the place she had lived.
The clouds flowed like cotton wool beneath the wings, and the sun poured down without obstruction from ten thousand meters above, dazzling yet warm.
She closed her eyes, feeling the tranquility that came from being far away from the hustle and bustle.
A two and a half hour flight, neither long nor short.
She didn't watch a movie, nor did she listen to music, but just quietly gazed out of the window, looking at the boundless sea of clouds.
Sometimes pondering, sometimes smiling.
When the plane began to descend slowly, breaking through the clouds, her heart tightened little by little.
Outside the window, that unique northern winter land gradually became clear.
Crisscrossed field paths, bare trees, roads winding like ribbons...
She had finally returned.
The plane landed smoothly.
