by Kristin Nador/@KristinNador
Do you enjoy travel? I enjoy the sights and activities but there’s also have a weird thing I like about it. I’m talking about the act of getting to your destination and making it back home. It’s like a contest to me. Who will win: me or all the crazy things that usually happen and upset my pre-conceived ‘perfect schedule’?
Like the time I was driving my daughter to college in Oklahoma from Florida and I got a flat tire with my Suburban in Birmingham, AL late on a Saturday afternoon when the Crimson Tide were playing and everything in the city shuts down. Or the time we were moving to California and I was driving a U-Haul through the mountain passes near Albuquerque, NM at 7 1/2 months pregnant in a snowstorm. Or the time I travelled alone on a plane with a 3 year old and a 1 year old and my youngest decided to reach out and grab a piece of cake on the serving tray and throw it down the aisle. And he never even moved off my lap. I still haven’t figured out how he did that.
This week I got to tag along with Keeper Hubby on some business travel and took a side trip to visit Musician Daughter and her little family. Nothing strange happened, but I did get to grab a few minutes of quiet writing time in an unusual place (for me).
Write Anywhere #55: Airplane
I haven’t flown very much, and it normally makes me a little anxious. I sometimes have ear pressure issues, too, and this was no exception. My ears plugged up and I basically couldn’t hear during the flight. This was also my first night flight, and something about no sound and the night made the flight magical.
I hunkered down in my window seat, got out the pen and Moleskine notebook I had crammed into my jacket pocket and did some free writing. Here are some lines that came out of that:
a line between ground and sky, flight and fancy
checkerboard fades into mist
my breath slows
specters of clouds, phantasms, real or imagined
machine lumbers into night
frozen in midair, frozen in time
silence is the door
beacon comforts me like a heartbeat in the black
jeweled gardens below
islands of light
I was down there and now I am here
No Pulitzer prize in those lines, but it’s fun to write whatever comes into your mind at the time. I need to make it a more regular practice in my writing.
Where did you write this week?