When I picture us in Africa, I bypass thinking about the long flight, the expense of getting there, the visa complications where there were none before, the worry over Art's mom's reaction when we tell her we are going. I forget the long list of complications I constantly jot into my little notebook. And mostly I forget the freezing weather and look beyond the white flakes to that silver lining, hard as it is to see.
I see us there, the tall grass yellowed in the sun. I see us spotting the lion lying disguised there, tips of his black mane visible only accidentally.
"There! You see him now, don't you?"
Yes I do, in my daydreams, in my night dreams, I see him. I see the rhinos mating. I see the jewel-like birds flitting in and out of the undergrowth. I see a troop of baboons led by a long-toothed bruiser. I see giraffes bending their long necks through splayed legs to drink. I see the sun, which is more than I can do here.
Yes, I have an active imagination. It does wonders for me as I scrape ice off the windshield.
2 comments:
I definitely hear you- When it is cold and wintery, somtimes I start hallucinating about the hot dry desert. Maybe it is only my imagination but it sure does help. You do realize that we would have to come visit you when you go to Africa, right?
ps. the other Nancy is my mother. And I am never entirely sure if it is you who her who comments sometimes.
I forgot her name was Nancy!
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