finally
If you ever imagine that heaven will be boring, just forget about it. Beauty never gets old. Today, migrating north east from my corner of the globe to Paris via Iceland, we observed out our window, a perpetual sunset. For five hours. It paused for about half an hour and reappeared as a sunrise. Quote of the day: “We are about to go over Greenland.” “I’ve always wanted to go to Greenland.”
At 10:33 pm back home, we went over the northern tip of the mythical Hudson Bay.
It’s possible that Iceland doesn’t exist. But, then, there it is, looming, cool and treeless in the distant airport. They had coffee there and spoke with fun accents and public washrooms are called “snyrting.”
Fast forward seven hours. It’s 5:29 am at home. We are flying over Glasgow, and I wave to your ancestral land, Alex and all the Burnetts.
We land in Paris, wearily find our accommodation and retreat there for a while. We venture out in our funky little neighbourhood for dinner at a sidewalk cafe. Wine.
And sleep.
At 10:33 pm back home, we went over the northern tip of the mythical Hudson Bay.
It’s possible that Iceland doesn’t exist. But, then, there it is, looming, cool and treeless in the distant airport. They had coffee there and spoke with fun accents and public washrooms are called “snyrting.”
Fast forward seven hours. It’s 5:29 am at home. We are flying over Glasgow, and I wave to your ancestral land, Alex and all the Burnetts.
We land in Paris, wearily find our accommodation and retreat there for a while. We venture out in our funky little neighbourhood for dinner at a sidewalk cafe. Wine.
And sleep.
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