"Do you think we can see the Funny Farm from up here?" I asked Mr. B.
"Don't be silly. Of course not." he replied chuckling.
Inside the observation capsule on top of London Eye, it seemed to me like I could see the whole world. Everything became so tiny - the Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey, the cars in the streets, the boats on River Thames, and the people. I felt like so far away from everything. It seemed like none of those little things really mattered at that point. I am in my own world, on top of the world. It felt great and I told Mr. B. how I felt.
"But you have to remember that the huge wheel is turning. We shall be descending real soon." he said.
True enough, our capsule started its slow descent to the ground again even before I was able to enjoy enough of the view from the top. Suddenly, we are back on Earth again. The little people and little cars and little boats became big again.
"I wish we can stay on top forever, Mr. B." I said to him after we left the capsule. "I really like it up there."
"Me too!" Mr. B. replied. "But we must all come back to reality. Like our London Eye flight, or our European tour."
I thought about that for a moment. I felt quite sad to think this all is but a temporary escape from reality. And that we all need to go back again at some point.