The return. Pt. 2: The flight

 I keep getting so caught up in distractions. It's hard to define how I feel right now, so I notice myself numbing out to avoid it. To avoid putting a name to it. Or really, to feel it overall. At times, eating without restrain, whatever it is, although I've managed to find some fruit and nuts, of course those provide the less dopamine, so it's the stuff I eat less.

As soon as I found my seat, I went through the full on-board entertainment catalogue. Took a good look at everything on the list, went back and forth, gauged my options, old and new, made up a list of 21 "favorites" to further select from. When I was finished my brain was begging me for a break already. I hadn't even put on "play" on the first onw and I was feeling sleepy. I tried out some stuff -only one actually finished through- before I laid down to sleep. I also put on both available on-board meditations, which I didn't really listened to.

I deeply thank the universe for the extra space on this flight, that I am able to lay down, and can also stretch out, move around and feel free for a little bit even inside of this giant bird cage.

The other birds here seem pretty content and calm too. Everyone is enjoying the extra space and lunging along the three window seats. The only set back now seems to be the toilets. One red carpenter is just strolling around both aisles; down, right, up, left. Hoping to get the next slot in whichever WC opens first.

One adult black crow walks up and down meditatively for some minutes before going back to its nest: it knows the importance of stretching the legs.

Another adult, now a light blue hummingbird, chats up with the stewardess, who, while trying to keep up with her tasks, musters a smile that seems fake even with 10 rows of folliage of distant observation.

Shortly after, we started with our descent. I cried looking at the mattress of puffy clouds and thinking about seeing my brother. The thought of our reunion brought me back to when he came back home as a surprise back when i was little. How deep that feeling of coming back together was, and how much I had sensed that loos. That longing for my brother. I think in some sense I've always felt very protected by him. Even though I wasn't really. Not when it mattered.