Thursday eve, on a plane
a piece from my memory bank
It’s been a month since I started *actively* tracking moments I want to remember daily (skipping a few days in between :P). How’s that going? Some days, my notes are two lines short; some days, I document a whole sappy chunk. They are nonetheless fun to read. Here’s one:
4/27 Thursday
(I’m thinking about what Lili and I talked about yesterday walking around Oxford: making magic, and that magic is everywhere when we nurture and care for the relational and physical environment around us –– it could be in a glance, a wisp of wind, a sip of orange juice.)
I stare at the rainbow sunset stratosphere on the airplane until it becomes too dark to make out the shape of the clouds. Then, stars emerge; something always comes after another. Soon, darkness falls upon everything, and I feel a dizzying loss. Then a city appears –– dazzling and boundless, a place where dreams are housed. And in those twinkling homes, people with brave hearts tell each other stories.
Hugs,
Erica
(You are reading this because I'm procrastinating writing my paper and convincing myself that I’m still being productive)