It is as always before having to say goodbye for a longer period of time. Time seems to be going by faster and faster. Up to that moment, where you drive out of the town, where the train leaves the station, or like in this case, the plane takes off the ground. All the sudden, you are on the way to something completely different.
Like a trip of a 1000km for example.
I am flying into Pau, tired from a last night in Germany, where we slept in the car next to the airport. The plane leaves at 6:20h, someone important is left behind. It is a lot warmer than what I had expected. I am wandering around town since the bus to Aire sur l'Adour is not leaving until 18:20h. There is one place from which I can see the Pyrenees: They look scary. High, snow-topped and slightly unreal in the foggy air towards the horizon. I am wondering what I was thinking, wanting to cross them by foot.