Are You Coming or Going?
I step out of the terminal, the cracking sounds of gravel on the tarmac getting less and less as I traverse towards the plane with a heavy foot fall. With both jet engines spooling, hanging low from the vessel’s wings, I look up the stairs that would bring me into the plane. With a heavy heart, I climbed those steps to the very top. Before entering that sliver of tube that would fly me home, I turned my entire body and took a sweeping glance at the landscape.
A green collage of mountains and hills seem to join both the grassy plains and the clear blue sky to form a symphony that is both kind and excruciating. The latter being so because this is probably the last time my eyes would set sight on them. If not forever, at least for a very long time should pass before I grace my vision with scenery as tranquil as this again.
My heart fell, to depths I’ve never imagined possible. The thunderous purr of the jet engines seems to fade into the back of my ears and disappear completely as I reflected upon the past four years. This was the very sight that had greeted me when I first arrived, and this is the very sight that shall see me off. This was the gate to my home for four years, and now I am leaving it with the doors locked, later reluctantly misplacing the keys forever.
Passengers aboard the plane find their seats and stowed their luggage in an orderly manner. Australians, or at least a great majority of them have a high level of proficiency in terms of manners and consideration- another thing that made my mood dip, knowing again this is possibly the last time in a long time that I will be poised by their mere courteous presence.
As the plane taxied along the runway, the attendants stylishly demonstrated to us how to respond in case of an emergency. I usually don’t, but I paid attention this time.
“Cabin crew be seated for take off”, buzzed the first officer into the passenger quarters, and shortly after that, the ship roared into life. I was pushed to the back of my seat, with a familiar feeling in the gut as the plane barrelled down at great speeds down the black strip of ground.
I closed my eyes.
The wheels at the bow of the plane lift off the ground, followed by the ones behind. As it left the ground completely, I felt this agonizing pain throughout my whole body. It was an indescribably feeling, an unfathomable pain. It was like as if,
My soul was rendered in half.
With my eyes closed I could see a shade, on the tarmac, trying his best to run alongside the plane to merge with the other that is sitting on this very seat.
His sprint slowed to a jog and finally to a complete stop. He failed. All he could manage was to look up, both shoulders drooped to the side in exhaustion, and watch the plane take off into the air.
He could wait for the plane to land here again, but he above everyone else will know his other half will not be on it when it does return.
A green collage of mountains and hills seem to join both the grassy plains and the clear blue sky to form a symphony that is both kind and excruciating. The latter being so because this is probably the last time my eyes would set sight on them. If not forever, at least for a very long time should pass before I grace my vision with scenery as tranquil as this again.
My heart fell, to depths I’ve never imagined possible. The thunderous purr of the jet engines seems to fade into the back of my ears and disappear completely as I reflected upon the past four years. This was the very sight that had greeted me when I first arrived, and this is the very sight that shall see me off. This was the gate to my home for four years, and now I am leaving it with the doors locked, later reluctantly misplacing the keys forever.
Passengers aboard the plane find their seats and stowed their luggage in an orderly manner. Australians, or at least a great majority of them have a high level of proficiency in terms of manners and consideration- another thing that made my mood dip, knowing again this is possibly the last time in a long time that I will be poised by their mere courteous presence.
As the plane taxied along the runway, the attendants stylishly demonstrated to us how to respond in case of an emergency. I usually don’t, but I paid attention this time.
“Cabin crew be seated for take off”, buzzed the first officer into the passenger quarters, and shortly after that, the ship roared into life. I was pushed to the back of my seat, with a familiar feeling in the gut as the plane barrelled down at great speeds down the black strip of ground.
I closed my eyes.
The wheels at the bow of the plane lift off the ground, followed by the ones behind. As it left the ground completely, I felt this agonizing pain throughout my whole body. It was an indescribably feeling, an unfathomable pain. It was like as if,
My soul was rendered in half.
With my eyes closed I could see a shade, on the tarmac, trying his best to run alongside the plane to merge with the other that is sitting on this very seat.
His sprint slowed to a jog and finally to a complete stop. He failed. All he could manage was to look up, both shoulders drooped to the side in exhaustion, and watch the plane take off into the air.
He could wait for the plane to land here again, but he above everyone else will know his other half will not be on it when it does return.
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