Rumble: I Am Leaving on a Jet Plane

The past two days, I spent mostly doing the last chores around the house, and laying in a hammock in the garden.
When I closed my eyes, all the sounds became so clear. The fizzling of the leaves overhead, the buzzing of the insects, the song of so many birds, the laughter of kids playing nearby.
I just lay in the hammock. Looking at the sky. At the trails of a plane.

How symbolic, laying in the cosiness of my home, looking at the trails of a plane. The dilemma of the leaving and the wanting to stay. The hollowness of the absence of loved ones leaves, and the eagerness to chase rainbows.

The pain is there. But the horizon is calling. I have to go.