Schizophrenic is the oddest word but I now know how it feels. UK to Australia and back to the UK in 6 days is a madness too far, but wooosh, such a blast and it is exciting. One of the things it reminds you of is how big the world is. Flying north over the Himalayas, for example, awesome terrain and a world hitherto unknown to this wee soul. I felt like a little heartbeat in a huge world of thunder. Now I know how Icarus felt as a wee speck against the "big sky". But of course I came back to this - snowy picture (the fairy grotto is back) ochone! The day I flew into Melbourne it was 32C (though it rained all the time I was there) and I returned to Brighton at -2C, feeling just a little discombobulated... big sky, big sea, wee me, love this song, I saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon...
Schizophrenic is the oddest word but I now know how it feels. UK to Australia and back to the UK in 6 days is a madness too far, but wooosh, such a blast and it is exciting. One of the things it reminds you of is how big the world is. Flying north over the Himalayas, for example, awesome terrain and a world hitherto unknown to this wee soul. I felt like a little heartbeat in a huge world of thunder. Now I know how Icarus felt as a wee speck against the "big sky". But of course I came back to this - snowy picture (the fairy grotto is back) ochone! The day I flew into Melbourne it was 32C (though it rained all the time I was there) and I returned to Brighton at -2C, feeling just a little discombobulated... big sky, big sea, wee me, love this song, I saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon...
