Immersed In Sky Colours.

Even though airplanes must signify the aura of unseen adventures, they particularly feel like home, like safety, like time to rest and do nothing but observe out of the window.

My seat is the kingdom in which I situate all of my smiles and dreams. The plane takes off as it is dark and the moon smiles at me lovingly, already waning in its everlasting cycle. There’s a star attached to it in some orbital manner I cannot quite comprehend, but I’m sure it’s mystic and it means something— and it’s beautiful.

The airplane takes off, liberating me as I soar in my viewpoints. It is quite different to see the realm from up above, a certain change in perception occurs that allows divergent thoughts to take shape and I rest— I just do. I forget all about the world and just let observance reign my state of mind. My whole existence is based upon the sense of seeing, and only that.

I spend the hours looking from the window, the darkness evolving bit by bit as the morning sun slides up the other half of the earth. The moon soon disappears, it’s light reddening and strengthening as it fades and the sun approaches. All of a sudden, it gets engulfed by the unrecognisable clouds masking the atmosphere— and I don’t know where it goes, because I cannot see where it all happens.

However, all at once, the horizon lights up, edged by what I imagine as a single light ray, concentrated just at the tip of the night’s darkness. The light, so concentrated in such a confined space, graciously swells. It’s golden and white and a rainbow at the same time. It touches the clouds at the edge of the sky and colours it a fiery crimson, that reflects upon the inside of the plane, and I could see the colour of my skin changing— I turn into an inside of a peachy sun.

Ever so slowly, a rainbow forms on the sky— the biggest one I could ever see. The blue at the end of the spectrum finds itself empowered and decides to lead the view. There is nothing I can see but blue, outstretched and hanging up above— a deep deep blue.

But where is the violet and indigo? Curiosity weakens me; therefore, I bid the eastern sky goodbye and find myself a place in the west, trying to locate where blue would find its ends. And it does, a velvety purple sustains itself midway across the atmosphere, away from the dominating sun, relishing the subtle darkness as it lasts.

I immerse myself in seeing all of this till it captivates me. I’m born anew. I’m washed in colours and soaked in them, till they draw shapes in my identity I shall discover when I land. It resonates in confidence and empowerment— a constant strive to change the world by asserting what I believe in.

An airplane ride is not only a vehicle— it’s a journey. An awakening call. A way to get coloured by the pictures formed on the windows, constantly evolving with the elapsing minutes.

Perhaps we could all find ways to colourise the darkness within us.