It’s been a long trip. I’m on the first of two flights home after 5 days of working on the road in the west. This 6 hour flight is only 2 hours old, and I’m ready to dose off when the air hostess drops dinner to our aisle. Just the two of us sitting here, we have been sitting in silence. The smell of the lamb shank is what strikes the match under this conversation. Our trays are collected which leads to a more relaxing tone.
You turn towards me, and I to you, lifting up the arm rest of the vacant seat between us. We gloss over the formalities, how the flight was late, how we can’t wait to sleep in our own bed etc etc. You’re about to show me something on your phone when I realise a familiar app on your hone screen, an astrophotography app. This drives my mind wild. A stunning, seemingly older woman, next to me with a passion that I take so seriously in life. We share photo after photo, passing our phones to each other, with branches of conversations leading to and endless amount of laughter of situations under the night sky, camera in hand.