A Brief Spell In A Waiting Room

I recently traveled across the  Atlantic to a distant land.  It has since often stuck me that I had really no awareness of being “far away” or that I was actually on a different side of the earth than I am now sitting on.  It is a very much terrible feeling.  If one is to travel long upon the earth, to travel as to actually move along the curve of its sphere, then one should have a really true sense of it.  But I do and did not.   Why?  Because my sense of travel was not experienced as travel at all but more like going to the movies or watching a television show.  I traveled by jet plane.  I entered a very long and narrow living room, was wined and dined by very polite strangers, watched a movie or two, walked around to stretch my legs and at end bumped along, someone opened the door and I walked out into the same land I had left, same sky, same sun, same green grass and trees, same cars and roads and commerce much more like I had been in a six hour movie than a very fast vehicle.  And in all that I had really no sense of travel.  Travel should take time especially if you are traveling somewhere quite far away.  There should be mountains to trek and bodies of water to sail over, you should count longitude by the rising and setting of the sun and the “x”ing out of days on a calendar or //// on the wagon boards.  Life should always be about the journey but jets erase the journey and make it brief spell in a waiting room.  I had once set a goal to sail around the world by the time I was 50.  I am 60 and have only sailed a sunfish on a man made lake in Tennessee.  However to be honest I think I traveled more on that sunfish than I did going to Ireland.   

We had a full moon going over.  The first time I can
recall looking down at the full moon.