It starts with a dream, and then a Window Seat

Five days ago, I brought my ticket for my first ever journey to Rome. It made me feel delighted to know that I could request a window seat. I thought of this when making my decision between an aisle seat or a window seat:

How relevant huh?

The significance in me getting a window seat:

A chance to stare the clouds in the face,

I want to see what they are made of.

An airplane-poem in the making.

EL COUNT DOWN: 86 DIAS MAS

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