Flying?

Opened my eyes today and saw the most beautiful sunrise, golden rays streaming right into my bedroom window. At first all I could make out was a big, fuzzy orange ball of light at ten o'clock, but after groping for and putting on my trusty ol' glasses, the full splendour of the magnificent moment came into clear view.

Man, I just love sunrises and sunsets. Marks the beginning and the end and wraps it up as only nature could. The best, b-e-s-t sunset I've ever experienced was when I was on a plane about to land in Lisbon, back in... maybe '98. The entire sky was a tapestry of deep, striking orange flanked by ridges of velvet, magenta, crimson, grey and some colours I can't describe. Can't recall exactly how it looked, but I sure remember how it felt. Suddenly I wasn't in the airplane anymore. In fact, I wasn't anywhere familiar, there was nothing beneath my feet nor around me. No baggages, no weights, no worries, deadlines, appointments. I was just soaring in mid-air, towards that big orange sky, sweeping past the many colours with my arms outstretched, stroking the clouds. I was happy.

So ok, that little brush with happiness probably lasted two minutes (at most) before the plane had to land and I jolted back into reality, fastened my seat-belt, pulled up my seat, got outta the plane, baggage carousel... the works. Back to the drudge and dreary.

Even now, many years later, my thoughts wander back to that moment on the plane where for an instant, time stood frozen and I had, for a second, felt what it was like to be totally free. The greatest of all feelings. The sum of all hopes. And I wonder... is heaven gonna be like that?