I sit here on the floor, more stretched out than is possible on those horrible bolted down seats, staring out at the snowy tarmacscape, the gangway, the trucks and men in winter overalls, yellow lights and white sky. My bags are within arm's reach. I just ate a large pretzel and water from a 7-Up bottle, and a bit of D's sandwich. I feel the anxiety shadows that have built up here over the last month, and add my own. I want to be home. Time has dilated, though I have taken no mind alterning substances. Just OTC pain relievers.
And why did I put myself through this?
For friends. For connection and understanding and warmth. For rolling conversations that soothed and healed my worried mind. We feared we might have gone too long, but our beloved friends welcomed us back, and let us ramble on at them, and shared themselves as generously as always. Hugs made all absolutely worth the trouble.
I still want a teleporter.
4 comments:
Yes. getting to the uk from oz, makes me feel the same way. 24 hrs in a tin box in the sky. Shivers!
But the welcome once there made the swollen ankles worth while.
Happy homecoming.
I'm working on it...all I ask is patience.
Time has dilated, though I have taken no mind alterning substances.
Perhaps you are moving at a substantial fraction of the speed of light.
I still want a teleporter.
Heisenberg stole them all (from Darkmind, perhaps). Einstein suggests a wormhole instead.
Teleporter or wormhole, anything that gets me to friends without dealing with flying tincans.
Had I time, the train would have been lovely.
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