I just noticed earlier today that parking this plane has to be done with a guy holding two orange-colored flags on both hands that are waved in several ways until it gets to its right position.
A guide. He was so small amidst the wide plains, yet he is significant and essential.
At the moment, I am sort of lost in the middle of so many things, people and paths. I pray for God to show my orange flag waving towards the direction that I should go.