I never again have to wonder what it's like to explore those misty lands outside the airplane window. This lowers the likelihood that, one day, my curiosity will overwhelm me and I will make use of one of those emergency exits which flight attendants are always informing me about (the nearest of which may be behind me). Instead, I will be able to safely reminisce about my days here as I gaze through the glass. I will also smile knowingly at the kid nearby wondering about those clouds for the first time.
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| A bridge along my walk to LCC |
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| Karklu, my home! |
In all seriousness, I like the foggy nature of this place. It suggests that there is more to the city than meets the eye of the new observer; there is something further which only time will reveal to those who are patient. This goes for more than the urban landscape - it also goes for its inhabitants. The people I pass in the street or with whom I share the bus do not smile or really even look at me. Needless to say, that dog-walking guy, who I don't know but waved to every day for four years on Sinking Creek Road, would not fit in here. Even so, my experience so far tells me that there is much more than meets the eye to these people. There is substance behind every blank look - perhaps joyful, perhaps sorrowful, but most likely complex with a value all its own. Now that is worth patience to encounter. It will also likely require tea and I'm more than ok with that!
I hope that the people here will take that time to discover the me beyond the first glance as well.
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neat post, ella. i appreciated the way you articulated the possibility of things being more than what we see at first glance. i typically don't like fog, but you have provided an alternate prospective.
ReplyDeletepeace. hugs.
carrie