touchdown.

i like taking off and landing.

i always have my face pressed right up against the window, and i wish they'd hurry up and turn down the lights inside the plane so my reflection wouldn't get in the way.

i landed in taipei at about 5 this morning, so while we were descending all i could see at first was a deep blue fog above and below. it was as close to being surrounded by "nothingness" as i'd ever been. and then i looked as far back behind the plane as i could, and i could see the blazing red and oranges of the rising sun. it was like a loose representation of the beginning of creation when light was allowed to be.

i looked down, straining to get my first glimpse of land, of taipei, where i will be in the same time zone as home for the first time in close to a year. after a while, the blue i see below me begins to look kinda zig-zaggy... wavy. wavy. the sea. the lines get clearer, more defined as we approach the runway. then i see a line of white in it... breaking waves? doesn't seem likely, because there's just one line in the middle of nowhere. i decide it's probably a big net to catch poor little fishies.

and then, i see land. first the coast, then streetlights, and headlights. then the roads and houses. then the chinese words and arrows painted on the roads.

and then we land. as the plane taxis to a stop, the passengers start unbuckling their seatbelts and retrieve their luggage from the overhead compartments. and then a song starts playing through the speakers.

california dreaming. haha.