from one B-town to another
In times past, when people wandered the world on foot, rode on horseback, or sailed in ships, the journey itself accustomed them to the change. Images of the earth passed ever so slowly before their eyes, the stage revolved in a barely perceptible way. The voyage lasted weeks, months. The traveler had time to grow used to another environment, a different landscape. The climate, too, changed gradually. Before the traveler arrived from a cool Europe to the burning Equator, he had already left behind the pleasant warmth of Las Palmas, the heat of Al-Mahara, and the hell of the Cape Verde Islands ... Today, nothing remains of these gradations. Air travel tears us violently out of snow and cold and hurls us that very same day into the blaze of the tropics. - Ryszard Kapuscinski, The Shadow of the Sun
It's cold and snowing wetly, but I missed the worst of it, it seems. Today was a balmy 31˚F.
It's cold and snowing wetly, but I missed the worst of it, it seems. Today was a balmy 31˚F.