…and now I’m staring from a plane.
And all the trees roll back beside but I’m so oblivious
To the dark, to the light, it’s all the same
…
And it makes me fly
Apologies to The Sundays
Well I’m nearly off. Was a bit stressed this morning heading to the airport. I’ve realised I’m wearing almost exactly the same clothes as I did to fly to Tanzania, but this time I’m on my own. And they’re calling me to board….
The rain falls steadily on the roof of the shelter. Four large drips fall in the doorway, I had to make my way through them as I came in. The rain has built to a sudden frenzy and is relentless. There are small rivers running along the road and down the hill. I back up against the wall of the shelter as the traffic rushes past, bring up tidal waves from the run off they pass through.
I am multitasking in the quiet coach. The external dvd drive has failed in its main purpose and the stand-up disc lies dormant in the shiny black casing. So instead of watching funny people and quietly chuckling to myself I’m finishing The Metro’s Sudoku, chewing on my pen lid as I try and work out the logical positioning of the numbers – the ‘Easy’ one is always the hardest for me and the one I make most mistakes on as it takes a while for my brain to click back into that form of thinking. Actually I’ve spotted an 8 in the wrong place. Shit. I have also been fixing the track names on my newly installed itunes as I hate it when one album comes up in 7 different parts because of one or to listing errors. I am listening to the revolving selection of tracks from my collection, something from a Now album, then some jazz, musicals, punk, rock… It’s a bit more fun letting it sit on random. Occasionally a song will come on that I think I should add to a playlist. It will be titled ‘Film Soundtrack’ and I will walk around listening to it pretending I’m in a film about my own life. I suspect I’ll find it hard to pick only 15 songs, the sort of standard for an OST.
Over hills and far away... 