My flights

The flight, the train perhaps the most evocative sense of the transfer. Especially short-haul flights where the geographic distance is far enough away to feel like you've left the land to some other distant place.

On each flight, I tried to head out the window glass to see the sky, to temporarily record the city's brightness through a few blinkers as the plane took off. Or after sleep tired of flying through several hours, leaned out the door, see the new scene, filled with the city of their coming but excited waiting for the plane to land.

Every moment that exists as a heart condition.

It may be nostalgic to leave the familiar scene, away from the memory body. It is possible to temporarily leave to reach another horizon, so that eagerness also coincides with every moment of the plane up. It is possible to run away and shake off an old life in a city filled with sadness and to another place, starting a new life with hopeful wonders. It is possible that they are starting a new journey full of discoveries with eyes wishing to see the world, other things boring, cramped are so familiar every day.

And maybe, that moment for those who are constantly traveling by plane for meetings, business trips, etc., simply peeking through the doorway, then silent, closing their eyes tired. Take a little rest to prepare for the upcoming tensions. Then suddenly feel the aircraft slowly moving, and sudden zoom, soaring up ...

But I believed that when someone looked through the window of an airplane when taking off or landing, there would be strange, unforgettable emotions. And it can not be forgotten.

Maybe more, many emotions deposited so much that I am also emotional. It was goodbye to return to Saigon on a night flight. Also see a little memory. As the moment of reunion with bursts of memory, I do not know whether I am happy or sad, but only smile still tears. Make sure you're happy.

To me, the airplane doors may have been filled with so much emotion. Remember to look or nostalgic, will look at the tiny door with the world wide, many colors are flying tilted out. Then the memories of each land when you leave or start will be the image reflected through the doorway with two hands.

Is leaving. Is touching Is the end. Or is it the beginning? Is far away. Or to meet again. Is sad in the distance.

Or is it happy to reunite?