Somewhere between takeoff and landing, something in me alway..
Added 2025-05-14 10:58:01 +0000 UTCSomewhere between takeoff and landing, something in me always shifts. Maybe it’s the silence above the clouds, or the way the world looks so small from here — like all the noise finally takes a breath. Up here, I remember who I am without the schedules, the pressure, the scrolling. Just a woman, a window seat, and a sky full of questions. I think that’s why I travel — not just to arrive somewhere new, but to come back to myself along the way.
