I seem to always experience magical light moments during travel 

Just hours after church camp has ended, here I am on the plane back to singapore and I've never seen light fall on my skin in such softness- in a gentleness that I've never known. Something about travelling makes me so attentive to the minuscule details of life. I watch it grow brighter as it moves from my thighs to my hands. I feel it's warmth. As we float by clouds, I watch light dance on my body with every shadow that passes, pulsing in rhythms, moving from one chair to another and finally disappearing. Life is sweet thirty thousand feet above ground.