Above the Clouds
We didn’t say much as the plane lifted into the sky. We didn’t need to.
He adjusted the blanket over my lap before settling back into his seat, calm and composed, like everything was already taken care of. That’s how he
travels—effortless, precise, thoughtful.
Outside the window, the world softened into clouds. Inside, time slowed.
He ordered my favorite drink without asking. Not control—just attention.
There’s a quiet kind of luxury in that. Not the seat, not the view.
But being with someone who makes every journey feel considered, intentional… and quietly unforgettable.