its a full moon. its beautiful.
have you ever experienced an endless dawn? it only happens when you flying west for a long long time. since the travellor in me is restless, and since i have been recently surrounded by those who are in some way "en route", i have been rather nostagicly going through my old journal by a window under the moon. i came across this entry, which i wrote from an airplane while flying over northern greenland and the northern-most reaches of eastern canada....closer to the north pole than to civilisation as we understand it.
early spring 2004.
it seems somewhere along the way i have passed beyond time. suddenly i have seen and lived through the longest dawn of my life. the flight was timed just so.
this is what an endless beginning looks like: A reddish-gold line far far away on the horizon, which is eery and beautiful and oddly cold like there is a hidden blue wearing red-gold clothes. This separates a sea of black and stars from another curdled sea of clouds, and this view has not changed or matured for hours now, and so, i wonder, has time literally passed? time is partially determined by the sun and by the hours that pass as the sun moves around wherever you are. if you are moving as fast as the sun can rise, have you technically cheated time?
finally now the clouds part for a while, and time comes back. the stars go away and in their place i see the cold line evolve into a huge vibrant blood red sun, like something rolled up the whole horizon that had followed me west into a ball, and now it was erupting over what i suddenly realise in awe is a vast, surreal and desolate landscape of snow and ice that goes so deep and so far you cant tell where the ocean begins and where it ends, and which are mountains and which are canyons....its all one calm blue-white lonely blanket.
suddenly the flight attendent offers me coffee or tea and the hour rushes in like an annoyed boyfriend.
that was a cool morning.
now when i see the sun set behind the pyramids at giza i will be satisfied.
for the moment.
have you ever experienced an endless dawn? it only happens when you flying west for a long long time. since the travellor in me is restless, and since i have been recently surrounded by those who are in some way "en route", i have been rather nostagicly going through my old journal by a window under the moon. i came across this entry, which i wrote from an airplane while flying over northern greenland and the northern-most reaches of eastern canada....closer to the north pole than to civilisation as we understand it.
early spring 2004.
it seems somewhere along the way i have passed beyond time. suddenly i have seen and lived through the longest dawn of my life. the flight was timed just so.
this is what an endless beginning looks like: A reddish-gold line far far away on the horizon, which is eery and beautiful and oddly cold like there is a hidden blue wearing red-gold clothes. This separates a sea of black and stars from another curdled sea of clouds, and this view has not changed or matured for hours now, and so, i wonder, has time literally passed? time is partially determined by the sun and by the hours that pass as the sun moves around wherever you are. if you are moving as fast as the sun can rise, have you technically cheated time?
finally now the clouds part for a while, and time comes back. the stars go away and in their place i see the cold line evolve into a huge vibrant blood red sun, like something rolled up the whole horizon that had followed me west into a ball, and now it was erupting over what i suddenly realise in awe is a vast, surreal and desolate landscape of snow and ice that goes so deep and so far you cant tell where the ocean begins and where it ends, and which are mountains and which are canyons....its all one calm blue-white lonely blanket.
suddenly the flight attendent offers me coffee or tea and the hour rushes in like an annoyed boyfriend.
that was a cool morning.
now when i see the sun set behind the pyramids at giza i will be satisfied.
for the moment.
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good to have you back on the net. don't let the fears of suburba get to you.
[Edited on Sep 21, 2005 4:47PM]
But your words ring true. Very beautiful (though me and planes do not get along).