Above the clouds

30/09/2023

Above the clouds, there is always silence.

The first time I flew, I was a little afraid. The world stayed behind beneath me, growing smaller and smaller and there I was sitting on a Wizz Air plane, not knowing what I would feel.

Then suddenly, we broke through the clouds. And there it was another world.

Shades of purple and pink, soft clouds and the Moon, closer than ever before.

Up there, the pilot wasn't just flying a plane - they were guiding a path between two worlds.

Between earth and sky. Between the familiar and the unknown.

In that moment, I understood something: sometimes we need to rise above to truly see.

And ever since, whenever I look at the Moon, I remember - somewhere above the clouds, someone is flying quietly and confidently, their way home.