touch downs used to have, albeit only very little, a sense of welcome, no matter where they were. do not get me wrong, for really am a fond lover of the beautiful blue skies, just that, there is something this inexplicable feeling about touch downs. pity it ain't enough for me to want to kiss the ground, no as yet that is.
mayhap it is to do with that know of coming to a snug hug to make the hateful tears and fears go away, even if for that teeny bit. mayhap it is to do with that know of a fond catch up on all that has been missed in the midst of neverending spontaneous changes. mayhap it is to do with that know of a life beyond.
the plane still lands without much of a hitch. the walk through those gates are as they were, yet, something in the air, something about the touch down, is, just, somehow, no longer. such is the extent of the disconnection.