Air

There was a certain emptiness about it.

Alone in the air, flying in what seemed to be non-existant, so far from everything material, surrounded only by the sun, the clouds and the breath-taking “width” of it.

But somehow that’s what made it worse. Finally confronted to what seemed to never be, she was able to take a different approach of what her life had become.

There was so much to be done, and yet so little. She couldn’t distinguish whether it was laziness or simply tiredness.

Because that’s how she felt, tired - tired of how much she had tried, and however gotten no result from it.

The empty space was for her a metaphor of how she felt at the moment, because it could just be temporary, it would probably fade once the aircraft would land. But for the time being, it was the perfect example - because she truly did feel empty. At her age, there is so much to be done and so much to experience, her life has just started, however it also felt like it was ending. The beginning of a new chapter if you will, maybe even of just an entirely different book, but which was it? And there it was, the beauty of it, the incredibility of having so many choices, so many different opportunities, so many different destinies to choose from; and they were all hers.