A touchdown of dreams

I surprised Julia at the airport to pick her up after her trip back to the UK. This was her flight as it came in to land. When I took this photo I was so full of hope and promise, though by the time I went to bed, that had all changed. Like the plane, I went from thousands of feet up in the clouds and very shortly fell back to ground.
She was cold and distant - it would be a while before I found/worked out why. Around 6 weeks later I would realise that all these feelings had been there all along, it just took a bit of work to be able to see them. I read a section from Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson which made a lot of sense:

Human beings are not always aware of what they are feeling. Like animals, they may not be able to put their feelings into words. This does not mean they have no feelings. Sigmund Freud once speculated that a man could be in love with a woman for six years and not know it until many years later. Such a man, with all the goodwill in the world, could not have verbalized what he did not know. He had the feelings, but he did not know about them. It may sound like a paradox - paradoxical because when we think of a feeling, we think of something that we are consciously aware of feeling. As Freud put it in his 1915 article The Unconscious: "It is surely of the essence of an emotion that we should be aware of it. Yet it is beyond question that we can 'have' feelings that we do not know about."

I'm thankful I wasn't arrested for taking pictures of planes at an airport.