Flying to Dalaman ...

The white jet is crossing the twilight sky - 

We look down upon mountains, wide rivers, darkening forests - 

The cities of history are hazy labyrinths - 

Up here, we can see the shape of the earth -

We can sense its heartbeat - 

Our wings touch heaven - 

We chase the sun - 

We catch the moon - 

08.40

Monday 7 May 2018

In the jet, above Greece