Being inside the plane first or early gives you the chance to observe people at a closer range. It is like watching an episode of a reality show. It is amazing to see the people of the world confined in a small place at one time. You can see, hear, smell and feel in them the different shades and colors of life, in raw form, live and unedited, as each one of them slowly walk through the narrow aisle, looking and searching for their seats.
There are tall, short, fat, thin, medium built, brown, black and yellow, noisy and quiet people. Their faces are either round, square, bland or what have you. Each one different from the others.
There are passengers, who despite their big and heavy baggage could still carry a smile in their faces. There are those who could barely walk and talk. It seemed to me that they carry everything including their houses and probably the world. There are those who carry small bags or nothing at all but could barely wink and move some muscles of their faces. There are those who are perfectly happy, totally sad, worried and many do not seem to care.
After all the hassles of finding their seats, finding a place to put their luggage, these people settle down and tie themselves up to the place they temporarily claimed as their own. As the plane starts moving upward, there seemed to be a relative calm and peace. No movements, no noises, no frenzy, the shades and colors of life fade. Everyone retires to each own world.
The windows of life and people ended temporarily.