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