Those Far-Off Shorelines | 12.7.20
I’ve no other way of saying this, as I’ve said it before and I will most likely say it again: I MISS THE WORLD. I miss seeing faces from different places, I miss accents and the way they roll out of a mouth, I miss the way my ears perk up and shift like a deer trying to pick out the words I recognize. I miss smells wafting down a strange street, foods I’ve never tried, steam from some gutter. I miss the sea, good gods I miss the sea, the way it lulls and entices, the depths calling like some siren buried in salt. I miss the storms that bound across a horizon, reaching for me with forked fingers and begging me to dance. I miss it, all of it, and I’m ready to see it again. Here’s to the hope, that I will.
When will it open,
the world I fell in love with,
those far-off shorelines?
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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You've described so well all the things I love about traveling. The sights, smells, new things to taste, the sound of voices from another place. All of it woven into the fabric of what makes that place special, adding texture to our lives. I miss it too. It's like an ache in the soul, only soothed by the hope that soon we'll be able to explore the world and experience it again.
i love your passion. there are so many things i miss. at the same point i am starting to worry that there are things about the pandemic that i don't want to give up to go back to normal. life is pretty simple now -- fewer meetings, less driving around aimlessly, less consumerism, fewer social events that i'm not interested in, more seeking pleasure in distraction than through internal efforts. just this last week i realized as much as i want to travel and sit in a coffeeshop and write again and so forth, there are things i want to keep about this time.