all lit up

Driving to the aiport, all creamy light, and pastel buildings, I feel a little fuller, expanded somehow. Changed. Travel changes you. When you come back from somewhere, your perspective is different. Life's possibilities are refreshed.
I check to see that I still have my 'golden ticket' in the leaves of my passport. My upgrade to business class! I am thrilled, and the excitement bubbles just underneath my cool 'i do this all the time' exterior.
On board, sipping an exquisite freshly squeezed lime and mint juice, i press one of the buttons on the elaborate keypad. It starts the rolling massage down my back. Another button and the TV screen glides out of its hidden compartment to present itself to me. This is the life... I can feel the codeine kick in, the soft sliding down my back, the gentle numbing of my nerves. It's a good feeling for a Sunday where all i have to think of is dessert with pears and vanilla ice cream and my own entertaiment.
I am reading 'Come to Me' by Amy Bloom, a book i have owned for years now, and never read. It is a signed, hardback copy, bought from a closing down, used bookstore in Smyrna, GA for $1. I never knew it was such a gem...Not even a fan of the short story genre, i can be reading it, as i was, by the pool in Doha, and with one sentence, just from nowhere, i am sucker punched, a wrench of emotion caught in my throat, tears in my eyes. Her words speak the kindof truth that releases things in you. Read it.


Quote of the week -"next time you see me my lips will be defined!"
Quote #2, when describing her Dad's feet, my 7 year old niece shouts dramatically, "the horror, the nightmare!". She CRACKS me up.

Just finished reading The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby

Listening rather belatedly to John Legends 'Again'; vocals like velvet.

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