I spent last Saturday night making a scrap book (Of all things to do on a Saturday, but then I am not someone who enjoys going out on Saturdays). On the very first page of the book, I put up this picture I had taken in Feb this year. The picture taken on the very day I jumped off a plane (it wasn't really a plane, but creative license and all that)
Its funny how I enjoyed doing something so cliche. This picture has become symbolic to me for a lot of reasons. Experiences I never thought I would have, which coincided with times that changed me as a person. Oh blue sky, how I loved you and how I really badly want to do it all over again!