Face pressed to the window.
I never get sick of this.
This small aircraft represents something wonderful.
It's noisy and cramped. I'm going somewhere special.
Coral, sand, water, and colours impossible to describe.
An endless chaos of greens.
Life.
And the people.
I well up tears of beauty.
People with nothing, laughing, singing, and a hint of mischief behind their eyes.
Generous and giving.
These people.
This jewel of a planet, so precious.
It never ceases to amaze.
