Desert water, poured out in an oasis, drains back into the dryness, but does little to care for those who are parched. Instead, the water rolls off washing away the dirt or disease that held on. Who knew where it came from? Wind blown dust, infected travelers, those unaware that they were carriers, constantly creating foul waters from which to feed their workers. Unaware of the mess before them, the cycle continues while those who catch a glimpse of the disease turn to stop the sink to catch and then let the leeches drain away.
This acronym is the identifier of the plane we’ve boarded, small, but not tiny. The ride will be 1.5 hours long, the cabin pressure is fine and the coming Arizona skies boast a temperature of 109 degrees…..
Airport travelers know the mess of gathering belongings and waiting in queues, at gates, on tarmac and other loading locations. The mass of people press closed the once open space of the terminal and waiting here with people staring at screens makes me wonder if tapping on screens is enough of an activity to claim that we are all otherwise engaged?
Now that the air travel is behind me, what was once far away comes back into focus, and then blurrs out again, depending on the jet lag.
The lag I carry is the size and weight of the hat that the man below is able to balance. I don’t have this skill and am baffled by the sound of howling air brought back from the plane that has landed without me. I continue to spin feeling the high pitched howl in my belly churn away like motion sickness.
I am indeed ill with flight. I stop momentarily to sleep, falling, without warning like lead in a clump.
The morning rides with sunshine and the voices of the birds alight with song. The day is new as we set about to travel through Headington to the Kilns.
Oxford, England has set a new record for rainy cold days during what is meant to be a summers respite from this drizzly chill. But we are not deterred but rather relentless through these wet days, touring through Keeble College, visiting the Natural History Museum, lunching where the Inklings dined and then heading to dinner at Regents Park College. We even squeezed in time to get our Bodleian Libraries card.
The days blur together when traveling in new lands. The trains run while I have navigated on foot through London. Time, too, seems to compress and suddenly it’s Sunday and I am off to Oxford, starting in the tube toward Paddington.