A Flight Where The Sun Doesn't Set

I'm on a flight home. A place where i call home for the past 6 months. I've been away for 21 days without the comfort of my room and my radio. I am already missing my room in linkoping even before i miss my home in sg. The song leaving on a jet plane by john denver has never been more apt than now. 2 nights from now, i'm gonna bid goodbye to K, just like the first verse of the song. As i fly home from bergamo, the sun never sets. It is constantly on my left side as i fly north. The plane took off before the sun dipped below the horizon, and when it lands, the sun will be still there, hovering above the horizon. I caught up with time. I managed to prolong a sunset, at least for a day. I manage to enjoy life, while it lasts. But now i must return to singapore, where The Adventure will continue.