Landing is a journey, boarding is a homecoming

The cabin carries nostalgia The cabin itself is nostalgia

Properly place your backpack under the seat in front of your feet

Looking for a blanket, looking for a lumbar pillow, groping for the location of the headphone jack

Waiting for a cart to be fed a box of foil-covered hot meals a box of dry, tasteless bread or my favorite butter spread to sublimate a hard-to-eat round meal package

Occasionally a glass of bitter champagne in the years when I can still drink

Must pass through the long line of toilets in the distance waiting for the warm tiny water to flow through the dry and cracked hands

Between falling asleep and waking up, the eardrums must be bulging, the neck pain must be experienced, and you must ask yourself

Did you sleep well?

The flying height on the screen, the destination distance, the long countdown, the tens of thousands, and the hundreds

Ocean Cloud Ocean City A glowing civilization

Or ochre earth and gray and yellow rivers behind the mountains

Pray that Amitabha Hallelujah will give himself to God the moment the safety machine lands on the ground

Who does this site need to send a message to?

to port

Landing is a journey, boarding is a homecoming