Sometimes it seems that I live in a completely different reality - the one where time slows down, and the sky speaks silently. When everyone has settled in the cabin, fastened their seat belts and fallen silent in anticipation of takeoff, I turn my head to the window - and see this magical scene again.

Half the world is still sleeping, the other half is already bustling, and I... fly between dawn and dusk. Sometimes - through the clouds, like cotton candy. Sometimes - over forests that look like patchwork quilts. And sometimes - over night cities that shimmer like a chest with real jewels 💎

No tape, no movie will convey the silence, depth and magic that I see through the small round window. And in these moments I know for sure: I am in my place. Where dreams fly high.