Leaving on a prop plane..time traveling, culture shocking, beauty from the past.
caught inside a remolino, wind tunnel of misfortune, I live and write your last chapter.
Not a weekend in Dubai, not a fortnight in Paris, not for business, not for pleasure,
An old love now faded by the past, yet strong as death itself, is my airborne siren-song.
If we find meaning we find everything, I fly now to find the meaning of it all, that sunset ending.
I saw the ad ” soul carriers wanted,” It turned out to be my long lost love who said, “Please take this ride.”
but…I will be back, and hopefully posting soon…I’m taking a break from my blog for a trip I could not refuse.
*Thanks to Natascha Randt for taking me up in her fabulous 193o’s passenger plane…Awesomely beautiful!