Thursday, June 23, 2005

jetlag is for lovers

The first impulse when people travel is to overcome jetlag as soon as they arrive. Such an uninspired idea is probably the work of the same people who use hand sanitizers and blood pressure monitors. To hell with all that. Having jetlag is like being given new eyes. How often can you enjoy the quiet solitude of dawn without feeling drugged by sleep. Everything is so fresh, so crisp and unfamiliar. This feeling should be embraced and treasured. We should close our curtains against the harsh afternoon light to sleep in the day and to rise again long before the sun.

The beach beckons.

Bridging time.

Candy houses.

Tracks of Southern Californian wildlife.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each.


fehlleistungen said...

Like a patient etherized upon a table, eh?

minsuhson said...

I grow old... I grow old.
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

t1ernd0g said...

The last two photos of this post are of the beach at Manhattan Beach, two blocks north of the Manhattan Beach Pier at the foot of Manhattan Beach Blvd. That lifeguard station, 14th Street, is the first station north of the pier, and that is where I spent every day of every summer of my high school days, bodysurfing and getting sunburned. I have never ever before seen pictures of this general area, let alone the exact place where I spent my youth.