(An overwhelming light-hearted feeling as soon as I enter the airport).
A reflection of myself on a window shows a young woman with a smile on her face. A liberating smile.
I did not realise it until I did not notice it on that mirrored image.
I feel happy. I am happy. It has been so long..
The plane takes off and in few minutes I am up in the sky. I have just left on the ground all my worries, my misery, my wrecked summer months, my dissatisfaction.
Their place is soon filled by a constant and slow flow of confidence, strength, determination.
I feel positive, just, active. It is me. I am back.
It feels so good..
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