In the weeks before I have gazed out of my office windows south towards the city and watched aircraft pass by, all the while dreaming that I am aboard. Yet when that day comes the skies are miserable and grey.
Maybe they reflect my mood. There are periods when I long for some time alone to think and dream, but lately I have been loving every moment together with my family. But here I am trundling back southwards towards the airport as the rain drops drift down the train windows, misty drizzle obscuring the harbour views.
A phone call, I miss you, love you. But I will enjoy myself. It’s time for thinking, for sleeping in, for music, for food. And I will return even more in love with those precious to me.
