a great many hours spent waiting in an airport. bumpety bumpety bumped from flight to flight and finally. home to sunshine and clouds above our prop-plane and the port-wine stain of turning trees marking the landscape, Ontario!, below.
there were mountains and there was snow. cold lines and grey rock. an icy river too cold even to tempt me in beyond my knuckles. walking and walking up up beyond clouds, past rainbows electric against the white of icy mist and snow-dusted peaks.
this morning, last night, really - tar-filled cracks electric shocks of lightning as the underbelly of our plane rushed past throwing flashes of hallogen bright against the ground - transformed for a moment into a private storm as we raced to take-off. i was half asleep (or wished i was), but i can see the magic of it when i close my eyes.
now i'm back from the energy of youth and plans to change the world. and i should return to regular life lickety split. the quiet of my empty house (brother visiting my like-named maybe sister-in-law de futuro), but for the hum that houses my fishies.
a demain.
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