A Brief Hello and Some Thoughts on Coming Home.
Flying home from Toronto, the blackness below me, obscuring where the ground is; all I know is that the ground is somewhere below me, rushing up towards the belly of the air plane. Two red lights in the distance and I can't figure the horizon at all. The inability to get a bearing starting to creep cold fingers around my stomach. Flying through a darkness so complete I don't know which way is down or up or how high 35,000 feet really is. Just the blackness outside the window, the vague notion of movement and the light on the end of the wing casting it in yellow, making it into the shape of light spilling out of an open door into blackness, a bright warped rectangular window.
Waiting for the ground to come and crumple the metal, flatten the plane into an oval of bent metal or a dip and a wing breaks against the runway,sends the plane spiralling into the spruce and marsh around the airport. The black streaks and debris, the land turned up and exposed like a wound on the evening news.
This the opposite of my departure. Lifting off into an evening sky so clear I can see land and water all the way to the St. Lawrence; I can see the white cleft of the Blomidons, snowy still on peaks. The way time has cut slices of them out, sharp crags and cracks. Flying over home, seeing Corner Brook splayed out like a paunched animal, the valley like split ribs and the beating heart of the city exposed. The drastic swoop of the Port-Aux-Port Peninsula and how it dangles into the ocean connected only by the slimmest of land. A virtual island. From that height the waves on the ocean take on the contour of skin and seem motionless and I feel as though I am hovering above the flesh of some huge animal.
I have been negligent of blogging. My words have disappeared themselves from the Internet. I am in love and have finished my degree. I am at a certain kind of end point where the termination of one thing leads to an open-ended uncertainty. I have just spent time in Toronto for the first time and had many firsts there:
- I went to a zoo
- I went to a museum
- I rode a train / subway
- I saw two Wonders of Canada (Niagara Falls / CN Tower)
- I helped attend to two small children (one 2 years and another 1 month)
- I ate Arby's
- I saw 2 concerts on consecutive nights that blew my mind (The Verve and The Foals)
It was the best of times and I am sad to be home but now summer is coming upon me and I am happy and content with life.
Waiting for the ground to come and crumple the metal, flatten the plane into an oval of bent metal or a dip and a wing breaks against the runway,sends the plane spiralling into the spruce and marsh around the airport. The black streaks and debris, the land turned up and exposed like a wound on the evening news.
This the opposite of my departure. Lifting off into an evening sky so clear I can see land and water all the way to the St. Lawrence; I can see the white cleft of the Blomidons, snowy still on peaks. The way time has cut slices of them out, sharp crags and cracks. Flying over home, seeing Corner Brook splayed out like a paunched animal, the valley like split ribs and the beating heart of the city exposed. The drastic swoop of the Port-Aux-Port Peninsula and how it dangles into the ocean connected only by the slimmest of land. A virtual island. From that height the waves on the ocean take on the contour of skin and seem motionless and I feel as though I am hovering above the flesh of some huge animal.
I have been negligent of blogging. My words have disappeared themselves from the Internet. I am in love and have finished my degree. I am at a certain kind of end point where the termination of one thing leads to an open-ended uncertainty. I have just spent time in Toronto for the first time and had many firsts there:
- I went to a zoo
- I went to a museum
- I rode a train / subway
- I saw two Wonders of Canada (Niagara Falls / CN Tower)
- I helped attend to two small children (one 2 years and another 1 month)
- I ate Arby's
- I saw 2 concerts on consecutive nights that blew my mind (The Verve and The Foals)
It was the best of times and I am sad to be home but now summer is coming upon me and I am happy and content with life.