Saturday, Oct 7, Glasgow, Scotland
I have woken in a far-off land, Scotland, to a rainy Saturday, as my lover sleeps soundly away the weariness of yesterday’s long journey. We are back on the road after a long hiatus; back where we both long and belong. It was a 22-hour trip, Knoxville, DC, Frankfurt, Glasgow, and air travel has become a maddening undressing, stuffing into tubes, feed, water, feed, water, and spit you out the other end, mauled, weary, and wrinkled. We hole up for two days to recover, eat well, rest, and reset our bearings, and then tomorrow we will begin to adventure deep into my ancestry motherland. So here I sit, back in our routine, on the road, The Ancient Text, a good cup of coffee in a beautiful cup, I always bring one with me, listening to my lover sleepily recovering in slumber. We will bum around today, do nothing but mildly search out beauty to see, relax in, and rest at and then tomorrow we’re off…for Happy trails.
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