Thank you, Mitchell. Yes, a little gloomy and, as Jim remarked above, melancholy. The SECOND day of international travel is when the journey really begins!
Wow, wasn't expecting to get a case of the "feels" but you did it. A weary traveler with a touch of melancholy that will hopefully be dispelled by a good nights sleep and a new morning. Very relatable.
Thanks, Jim. Well, YOU know what the first day of international travel is like! You just want a bed.... The melancholy disappears in the morning and so much adventure is in store that you can't wait to get out on the streets or walking paths.
Thank you, James. The first day of international travel is always rough, as you no doubt know. You just want to take a shower and go to sleep, but it is best to stay up and adjust to the new time zone. Are you a traveler, too?
Hi Sharron. Yes, it's hard to get in rhythm with the time change. We have plans to travel in the future. I'm lucky I was able to travel when I was younger. I've seen most of our States, a good bit of Europe. I wrote about my time on the border of Morocco. You might enjoy it - https://jamesron.substack.com/p/the-train-to-marrakesh I think you have been able to travel a lot.
I love these, Sharron. I've read through each one several times because I just love the imagery. I'd love to know what you were thinking about when you wrote them.
I was actually sitting in that Kaffeehaus looking down on the mid-week evening street, pencil and notebook in hand, trying to stay awake to adjust to the time zone! It sounds a bit sad, I know, but it was just the exhaustion of jetlag. I am glad you liked it, Heather! Thank you.
Beautiful writing, Sharron. The “one-man band” playing before an audience of pigeons really got me. I can see him so vividly, just him and his tambourine. I can sense the narrator’s exhaustion!
Jet lag! A special kind of tired. Thank you. Justin for continuing to read at 🍁Leaves. There is SO MUCH to read, sometimes I don't know where to begin, yet I don't want to unsubscribe from anything..
Thank you, Mitchell. Yes, a little gloomy and, as Jim remarked above, melancholy. The SECOND day of international travel is when the journey really begins!
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Wow, wasn't expecting to get a case of the "feels" but you did it. A weary traveler with a touch of melancholy that will hopefully be dispelled by a good nights sleep and a new morning. Very relatable.
Love the structure of the prose.
Thanks, Jim. Well, YOU know what the first day of international travel is like! You just want a bed.... The melancholy disappears in the morning and so much adventure is in store that you can't wait to get out on the streets or walking paths.
👍! I can feel it, too.
Thank you, James. The first day of international travel is always rough, as you no doubt know. You just want to take a shower and go to sleep, but it is best to stay up and adjust to the new time zone. Are you a traveler, too?
Hi Sharron. Yes, it's hard to get in rhythm with the time change. We have plans to travel in the future. I'm lucky I was able to travel when I was younger. I've seen most of our States, a good bit of Europe. I wrote about my time on the border of Morocco. You might enjoy it - https://jamesron.substack.com/p/the-train-to-marrakesh I think you have been able to travel a lot.
I love these, Sharron. I've read through each one several times because I just love the imagery. I'd love to know what you were thinking about when you wrote them.
I was actually sitting in that Kaffeehaus looking down on the mid-week evening street, pencil and notebook in hand, trying to stay awake to adjust to the time zone! It sounds a bit sad, I know, but it was just the exhaustion of jetlag. I am glad you liked it, Heather! Thank you.
Wunderschöne Worte, Sharron! I'm right there on Frankfurt's rainy streets with you now!
Great! I hope you are not as jet-lagged as I am...
LOL! Both journey duration and time-change say not, Sharron - although I'm writing this at 8.40pm so tired that I'm headed for bed already!
(I'm saving the latest episode of 'Out of the Frying Pan' for tomorrow as a result! Can't wait to read the latest exploits of Haylene and Marla!)
How poetic.
Beautiful writing, Sharron. The “one-man band” playing before an audience of pigeons really got me. I can see him so vividly, just him and his tambourine. I can sense the narrator’s exhaustion!
Jet lag! A special kind of tired. Thank you. Justin for continuing to read at 🍁Leaves. There is SO MUCH to read, sometimes I don't know where to begin, yet I don't want to unsubscribe from anything..
As long as you keep writing at Leaves, I’ll keep reading! 😉 You have a fan over here. 🍁