I find it fascinating how a combination of tactile past memories, fast approaching future, and imagination can transport you.This weekend has had intimate flashes of this No. 1 Special Combo.
Dry dusty heat, blinding sun, sweating from new pores, the familiar “face sweats”. I found myself walking along in a familiar “dead zone”, with highway looming in the sky, when suddenly through squinting eyes, I felt myself in Africa. Trudging along a busy road, dust hovering as I imagine it will be. Now this of course is imagination of future, as my memories are of roads in Cambodia and Laos, but tales from friends allow me to feel that this is what awaits me.
Today I am enveloped in grey and mist. I went for a walk and again my eyes softened their focus. The shade of the light, the brick buildings blurring into one color and ongoing dimension, I found myself in Britain. Wandering to parts of town that I used to loved exploring, allowing my feet to take me where they would.
Itchy feet? What is this unsettled feeling? Is it time to run away again?
No, it’s just a grey rainy day, and I sit in my Candyland kitchen allowing my thoughts to drift where they will. I softly smile at the past, cheekily grin at the future, and feel content with the present.
*** Photo found on www.pbase.com, in Werner Eickenscheidt's gallery .
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