It was so inacurrate of me to think that I’d be able to complete my story before I board the plane. I must admit, now, that I have failed to reach that goal. The reason is clear: there’s a lot to narrate and hence a lot of time needed. I’m now aboard, just waiting for the set-off. For sure this feels like heaven even before entering the dark skies.
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Indeed a first time is always a first time! I feel like I own the world! At least my heart has been warmed by this progress—it preaches glory incoming. Anyway, let me first tell you something small about the experiences I had between the departure from Pearl beach and my success of sitting in an aeroplane for the first time. Forgive me for meandering while flowing, but it’s my story.
As the sun went to bed, I left Pearl beach for it was closing, and took a walk just outside the airport. The atmosphere looked so beautiful as it was being painted black by the incoming nighttime. Every creature seemed to be taking a rest after the long day, but the moon, sickle-shaped, was just reporting for duty. Along with the latter, the stars were also beginning to distinctively twinkle.
When I entered the airport, however, it was daytime. The lights were as bright as heavenly chandeliers. Everyone and everything within the airport premises, unlike on the outside, was very busy. Like bees, every group was performing a specific task: security guards were on guard, travellers in high hopes of boarding at their specified time, attendants making sure the travellers had a good experience, etc.
As my turn of giving in my passport for clearance reached, my bowels were longing to be emptied. I don’t really think they were full but as you know, in such alien moments, body systems become unruly. My heart was trying to break out of my rib cage, and the butterflies in my stomach were having a carnival—I don’t know why they chose such a time!
Kuba is international now. ?
And this suspense with Rachael is killing me. ?