The landing is rough.
Feels like the pilot has cataract and couldn't quite see the pathway. It snuck on him, and the rest of us, a few seconds too early. People clapped regardless. It'sn odd tradition but a sweet one... Makes one appreciate the incredible achievement us humans have done of traveling via air. We take it for granted mostly, but moments like this help us remember: 'Wow. I am literally in a container that is FLYING IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW.' But I digress.
So the landing is rough, but in a journey - nothing ends as it starts, and every moment brings in something new. In a journey to the unknown, one must be open to changes. And to how swiftly things change, and how they all still stay the same.
And Lisbon, my darling Lisbon, I can see she was hurting since I last saw her.
She was missing its people. She was missing its night life.
It is waking after a long isolated sleep.
She is waking up cautiously and gently.
She is not rushing to be what she once was.
But her beauty hasn't changed.
She has changed, but also - she has stayed the same. Such is life, and such is the journey. It's the unknown that somehow, somewhere inside of me - I KNOW.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman