During much of the last 12 days, I've found myself drifting in and our of an oddly dazed state. Indicating, apparently, a slightly more challenging transition to life back here than I'd anticipated. Hours, days slip past, entries from the calendar blowing by like leaves before a breeze. I eat, sleep, do little things that need to be done. Mow the lawn, now and then drive into town (groceries, gym, maybe some social activity).
I feel a bit unmoored, I think -- in time, in place. A bit untethered. Just from the contrast between where I spent the last seven months and where I am now (lots of people/hardly any people; real damn noisy/real damn quiet; intensely urban/intensely rural; etc.) The view out my windows in Madrid? Buildings, construction, little bit of sky. More if I open the window, take a look down at the street, of course (lots of people, vehicles of all kinds), but I don't always do that. The view out the window here? Trees, fields, big sky; green, rolling mountains. Few people, few vehicles. Lots of critters (winged, four-legged).
Outdoors, amazing moments come and go, courtesy of this planet of ours.
Sunset, yesterday evening:
Life's gently gaudy way of reminding me that existence is a kickass affair, that I would do well to quit bitching and pay attention to the ongoing parade of spectacular moments in all their forms.
Madrid, te echo de menos.
rws 10:28 PM [+]
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