Approximately an hour to go before landing. I can already see the island on the satellite map, resembling a fish with a gaping, waiting mouth in the ocean. Outside, flashes of lightning betray the presence of a violent storm brewing in the East China Sea. The plane rocks lightly as the wing shudders.
Faint on the horizon, I can just make out the first glimmer of dawn, pale, pale orange on dark, dark purple. The thin, thin sliver of the moon, like a bright, shiny scythe, hangs lonelily in the sky.
Mum must be just stirring from her sleep now. Can I imagine her excitement, the extent and depth of a mother’s longing for the return of a far away son? Our family soon to be reunited, to usher in the new year, and together face and share whatever joys and difficulties it has to offer.
The long, long journey home is almost over.
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