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Monday, July 30, 2007

bored blogger from Paris airport

I missed my flight, arrived too late from Aberdeen. Waiting to go to Stuttgart. Good to read T.S.Eliot in the net. Good to have a credit card.
Mildly good to enjoy the luxury of boredom for some rare hours. I can't complain.

When I close my eyes I see these other eyes. I see the falcon losing its tracks in the wide and high skies over the Kasakh steppes, far away hills rolling under distant clouds, smoke from fireplaces rising in fading spirals. I hear the cry of the falcon, the murmuring swell of the long grass, and I feel the clear water cool on my forehead as it flows towards me out of your eyes.

I close mine, and I let go.

I have never been to Kazakhstan.