And now time takes on that odd spin, confusing everyday habits and schedules, wrecking predictable meals and routines, jumping over zones like in a hopscotch game -- eventually, but not until the very end of the trip, returning to home base where all will be right with the world again.
No matter how many times I make this trip across the ocean, I am always surprised that breakfast here, at the farmette, with Ed, with the usual cheeper art on the table and predictable foods before us...
...will feel so distant, of another era in very few minutes. You're there, you're not there. It's that simple.
It's a cloudy day, a drippy day that promises to change to a bitter cold day very quickly, but not until after I am out of here. Ed listens patiently to all my instructions (clean this, eat that, water these...), then drives me to the airport where I wait for my flight to (connection no.1) Minneapolis.
(to be continued)
No matter how many times I make this trip across the ocean, I am always surprised that breakfast here, at the farmette, with Ed, with the usual cheeper art on the table and predictable foods before us...
...will feel so distant, of another era in very few minutes. You're there, you're not there. It's that simple.
It's a cloudy day, a drippy day that promises to change to a bitter cold day very quickly, but not until after I am out of here. Ed listens patiently to all my instructions (clean this, eat that, water these...), then drives me to the airport where I wait for my flight to (connection no.1) Minneapolis.
(to be continued)
You left us hanging? Now all I can think of is that you are going on a belated honeymoon with the newly married couple! Taking them to some faraway love-nest? Just the 3 of you?
ReplyDeleteBon voyage on your sunny, warm journey. Belated waving to you as you flew over earlier today. It was mighty cold out, perfect day to begin your December wanderings. ox
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to your next entry!
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