Today I have stopped. Not stopped anything in particular. Just stopped. As in being still.

Looking at the planes in the sky and dream of getting on one of them. I think the girls in the travel agency thinks I am a bit of a joker. Every week I come in and ask for a price to a different destination. Sometimes I come by several times within the same week. I think they think I will never get anywhere. But they are WRONG. Sometime soon I will also be flying through the sky. To foreign lands and all that.