I (almost) got the feeling that I could fly

On my way back from Nice, I took a really small air plane from Paris to La Rochelle. It was the smallest plane that I’ve ever been on (and I have for some years now thought of the local planes in Malaysia as really small) and to my interest I found it quite relaxing. Of course there were no one there to tell me to switch off my phone and there were no ambiguity if my baggage was on the flight, but more important was the feeling of taking off when I could look through the windshield to the captain. Being in such a small plane made me feel a bit closer to sky. In a way a felt a bit free, almost as I was flying myself…