I MISS....
Being young and unsure.
Sitting on the the bus stop at 04.30 am waiting for the Shift Bus.
Dipping my feet in a clear, beautiful sea at 5 am
Pushing my toes in the sand.
Cold water on warm skin.
Starting the boat, smell of petrol, just me all alone.
Sweet, calm, quiet sea.
Orange juice when I am thirsty
The smell of AV gas.
Climbing up the plane steps.
The ping, ping as we take off and land, the thrill of doing so.
Heat haze on the runway.
Stepping out into a warm, strange smelling environment.
The first breath of a new and exciting place.
It never changes....
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