Do you know that feeling when your favourite things start happening even before you have landed? As if your closest people who know all the things you love, have birefed the Universe and set up everything? It happens when you plane should have landed at 7-40 and you know the sunset should have happened at 7-20. And you only get the thought it's sad you are missing it. And then the pilot says you start landing and you look after the window.
And you suddenly realise you have chosen the best place on the right side feeling a sensation of delight with that very childish face with big eyes and sincerest smile...
