Dreamers & Doers
It’s a few minutes after four in the morning, and I’ve already been up for an hour.
It’s a few minutes after four in the morning, and I’ve already been up for an hour.
I’m currently reading A Field Guide to Getting Lost by Rebecca Solnit.
We left Berlin just over an hour ago and are hurtling toward Prague at 160 kilometers an hour on a train.
In between the staccato voice of the announcer, in between the different languages (of which I only understand English), there is the absolute tiredness that comes from being up for twenty-six hours straight, and the sheer joy of lifting away from the ground, the green of London falling behind, and blinding white clouds laid out like a rollicking, frothy sea.
I didn’t write yesterday. I missed another day of writing my three pages or 750 words somewhere.
I’m back. A whirlwind trip to New York City to celebrate an old friend’s fortieth birthday and Broadway debut as part of the ensemble cast of My Fair Lady.