The sound of plastic luggage squeaking in overhead lockers.
Quandong and Beach combed jewellery clattering around my bag,
Making the sound of lapping as though it is water upon the shore.
Casting my mind back.
The lurch of the aeroplane as it rolls from side to side through the sky.
A momentary thought of Please keep us safe sent to the universe.
We pass through a storm, lightning illuminating the sky.
But there is no fear.
I try to sleep, but muscles ache from sitting and I cannot block the noise of chatter.
My throat sore from lack of sleep and recycled air.
But I am calm.
I am thinking of my loved ones.
The smiles upon faces glad that I have returned safely home.
I am remembering the recent new memories I now carry with me.
The new plans I have yet to make, for next time.
The hope that I will return to this place sooner rather than later.
To travel once again to far off places to visit my friends and make new ones.
To find more of the beauty in this world and embrace it with all of my being.
To know that I have been blessed beyond measure.
One of the fortunate ones.