Home

I was sitting over the left engine, as we taxied down the runway. The sun shone, the sky was a pretty blue, clear, crisp and still.

I looked down at the silver ring around the edge of the engine and at the white stripe around it and the blue stripe behind that and I could see them reflected in the half circle bay in the sand, white, by the water, blue.

I thought about the notion of home, as I gazed out of the window, as the ground fell away into a patchwork of different shades of green, as my eyes filled with tears and I thought of Mark and Luke and my mum.