When the skin of your passport is your skin.
When scattered currencies are a puzzle you revisit time and time again.
And an empty suitcase is left open, waiting.
When choreography of preparation reaches perfection.
When the first step into the plane is a ritual.
And defying gravity to rise into the stratosphere is nothing….
When you begin to understand new languages, without knowing a single word.
When intuition becomes the steer on how to act and what to say.
The world is absorbing you. Slowly.
And an ordinary day is nothing more than a pause between journeys.