As the plane takes off and gains altitude, the blinking, glittering lights of Manila becomes farther and farther away, reminding me of what I was leaving behind. When the glare finally dims and all I see is the inky blackness of the sky, the last moments spent are all but a distant memory. The ominous glow of passing clouds makes me feel, at that single moment, the cushioned window seat is the loneliest place in the world.
photo credit: virtualtourist.com
