Lately I've been slurping up wordswordswords (funny, how that turned so easily into swords there) from books, gobbling them with a verve I thought I'd lost back in the summer I turned 15. I'm parched, I guess, parched enough that I haven't had many words to spare or share--here or elsewhere. I've pulled up the screen, stretched my fingers and then hovered, waiting for the words to come and....nope. Nada. Not yet. Soon. But here, in the meantime, I liked these words:
Where should we be today?
Is it right to be watching strangers in a play
in this strangest of theatres?
What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life
in our bodies, we are determined to rush
to see the sun the other way around?
-Elizabeth Bishop, "Questions of Travel"
The Grand Mosque, Abu Dhabi, as seen from one of those cheesy, double decker, hop on hop off bus. (“Oh, you’re going on a HOHO?” G said this morning. Haha.) We moved here last week! More to say soon…
