Travel opens the mind and makes the heart jump out of rhythm. And above all, it makes home feel even more like home. I bumped through the sky tonight, a sleigh ride over sleeping houses – and the forecast rain shrouded our vessel. Do we spin with the globe at such great heights? Has our own science finally outdone us?
Earthbound is for humans. In bed (beneath sheets with a wife), a smell of dinner, a home full of love – these are the important stories of history. With what treasonous effort do we launch our loves to the moon? What anxiety waits their fall.
I am back now, and with a bath. A crisp-paged book waits (the calmness of stories), and the garden is well watered. Tonight, in sleep, comets will drop through the veil.
