Car-window glimpses –
hints at something beyond
the fingerprinted glass
and constant humming
of movement and silence
in their endless dance,
because you love like this –
bittersweet heart-in-mouth.
You cannot do anything else;
no space forms for anything else
in disappearing tarmac behind
and knowledge of the gap between
possibility and reality.
In the Spanish, or possible French Pyrenees, this house up on a hill, the snow-capped mountains behind, presented an unimaginably picturesque site. It looked as if a postcard had been pasted over the car window.
You get the most peculiar sense of deja-vu sometimes when you’re travelling, especially when driving and there isn’t time to examine the feeling further – perhaps it’s a result of our constant exposure to information, so we see much more, but I’d like to think it’s just a connection to a landscape, to a place – like it’s ok to leave your heart there, half-way across the world.
Such fluidity, love the writing!
Also at first glance, I imagined a tsunami swallowing grass hills!
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Haha, I can imagine that. Though really the color is more shrub and snow – an odd combination, to be sure, but all the more beautiful for it. And thank you.
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This is beautiful 🙂 I love the last line- you do leave a part of yourself in every place that you travel..
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Don’t you? Thank you for your kind words!
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