My mind feels still and quiet for a brief moment, like a bird resting on a branch covered in frost, silent in the whiteness of winter.

Cut off from others, the unending access of internet and wireless and cellular interrupted for short moments. 

Work can not touch me here, no children to monitor.

I sit, surrounded by two hundred strangers and feel oddly still inside my soul, with a feeling of anticipation and relaxation. 

The normal pressures of the day fading behind as the plane soars into the clouds.

I am alone. 

I am me, and myself for a moment. 

I feel myself wake up, meeting an old friend somehow become a stranger. 

This moment with the person I used to be is unsettling and yet long desired. 

The daily pressures building, trying to crack the mountain that has grown beneath the weight of a blue sky.

I sigh deeply, comfortably curling into my arms, saying hi to a loved one at long last