Window Seat

We were asked by our tour manager to check in and book our seats ourselves.

Two flights were needed to get to Tromso, Norway. One was a 13-hour Singapore-to-Zurich leg while the other was a 3.5 hour flight from Zurich to Tromso.

For both flights, I booked a window seat for myself with my mother seated beside me.

I love window seats but I haven’t had the opportunity to get a window seat ever since I became a mother. I believe it’s the same for all mothers. 

My mother prefers aisle seats as it’s more convenient for her to go to the toilet.

It’s fortunate that for both legs, nobody booked the aisle seat next to my mother’s. She didn’t have to hesitate to go to the toilet when she needed to.

I got to enjoy the fluffy clouds and imagine how it’s like to fall through the deceivingly fluffy clouds. Another moment, the clouds turned into a desert of clouds, a wavy sea of clouds. I wonder if the sky is God’s canvas to release his pent-up creativity.

It was bright daylight halfway into our 13-hour journey

Clouds remind me of the Rapture. Since I was fourteen, it is said that the Rapture would happen anytime. As young Christians, we would imagine how we would shoot through the clouds as we raptured to go to the heavens.

Now, when I ask my friend if they think they would be raptured. They reply,”I hope.”

I hope, too.

half daylight, half night on the horizon

It was dark when we reached the gloomy Tromso