Touchdown

It was a gorgeous morning, staring into the sun through the flat glass walls inside the boarding terminal, letting the warmth brush my skin in the cold air-conditioned environment.

I'm going back home in about an hour.

After the rocky turbulence when we flew though the growing cumulonimbus, a grandiose paradise appeared - puffs of clouds gently floats above a layer of stratus, making a zen garden crafted by nature. A sight to savor.

* * *

It doesn't matter how things had turn up because that has already been a part of a memory. History.

Don't apologize.

Because you have done nothing wrong.

But there were no rules to begin with aren't they? I have to tell you, this is my style, and people of the past come to hate this part of me. Hence it didn't usually last.

I wanted to apologize, and occasionally I did. That's because I felt like it's unfair for you. But if you ask me to run an extra mile for you, I can't promise too much. I dare not for the lessons learnt.

You doubting me, is my greatest disappointment now. Call me selfish if you would.

* * *

*Intercomm Ding*

"This is flight FY-2140. We are about to land on Subang Abdul Aziz Shah Airport in about 10 minutes. Please fasten your seat-belts and thank you for flying with us."

The little dots on the map now appeared to be matchbox-sized houses, and soon the traffic and then reflection of lights from chromated surfaces appeared, and the tarmac of the runway and a rattle and it's touchdown.

I'm home.