Looking back, I’ve made it quite far.
From one continent to another, from a metropolis to a souq, from a thick coat to a thin hoodie, from 6 degrees to 25, from illness to recovery, from fear to determination.
I’m still far from home.
Looking back at the views I capture, whether in the 6 or the tourism capital of the world, I see both stark differences and similarities. I see different lights, people, and cultures. I see the same muteness, serenity, and life. Something happens on that flight – you board in one place, spend some time in what feels like a different plane of existence, and you land. There’s something quaintly encouraging about it, something that tells you things can be different, things can change, things can stay the same.