Sparkling Starlight *

Whenever I take a walk after dinner time, 
I first look at the sky.
My whole sight is colored with warm luminance of sunset,
and there is often an airplane flying across my eyes with long, softy trace behind it.

I had my first flight when I was 7.
My parents worried about me a lot
for it might be tough for a kid to stay in a small, tight seat for over 10 hours.
However, an uncomfortable seat didn’t matter at all -
I was totally fascinated with crystal clear skies below my feet.
Even when the flight attendant shut the window for my sleep,
I slightly opened it and gaped at white beautiful clouds.
I felt uncontrollable joy for unknown place and unknown pleasure on the plane
watching deep blue world out of window with cup of cold juice.
Started with the magnificent first flight, 
the trip to Hawaii was just fantastic.
In fact, it was my family’s first step of world-tour,
and later trips were just as marvelous as first one.
I became more and more addicted to travel as time went by
- no, I became already addicted
since I had that blissful expectation for a whole new world
on the plane flying to Hawaii.

I look up the sky again, and the plane disappears slowly out of my sight.
Even though I am now standing on earth watching at the sky,
I can imagine myself flying over the sky sticking to the window as usual.
(Memories sometimes seem to be realized in the present.)
I smile with the soft breeze of cool sunny day, setting myself on the very plane passing over me.

I take you, Mr. Plane.
Now, fly me to the whole new world.