travels

Far removed from reality - literally and metaphorically....

What happens when one is removed from a zone of intense activity to a place where you are face to face with something as big as say a giant mountain. First time warp, then despair and then finally you are empty. Voila, how difficult is that?

I do not remember the last time I was so deeply silenced by silence itself. A strange beginning to a vacation if u ask me. But this is not just a vacation you see, its about losing myself and hopefully finding myself in time, before it is too late.

Never have i been so sensitive to a shivering leaf on that tree (by now I have lost it, am told the Fed has cut rates again, who cares). Moss-covered, hands extended, it stands still. Having survived the winter, it now awaits the spring. Spring itself now welcomed by gentle snow. Enough to disrupt our plans today.

Never has a delayed lunch like today, inspired such inquiry. Spring breaking in, in fits and starts - a burst of yellow here and a little there, in a quiet neighbourhood full of bare trees.

Time is sorrow? Excusez moi? I completely disagree with a statement like that.

Pangs of hunger, quell any initial long-forgotten attempts at poetry - or thoughts that come to
you in tranquility. Ah! finally understand the meaning of that word!! Time for lunch.