The Isolation Journals - Day 89

Prompt:  Observe your own imagination, as if traveling in a foreign land, taking in the sounds, sights and smells. Delight in the gap between experiencing and understanding. Become aware of the distance between your imagination and the real world. Now think of yourself as a translator, and begin to transpose whatever appeared in your imagination.
 
Perhaps your words today will look incomplete. Try to observe objectively, searching for the meaning behind the words, rather than judging their finality.

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Traveling without moving.  Visiting, re-visiting, trying on different lives.

Cruising the wide, flat streets, bike tires whooshing at a lazy pace.  A humid, overcast day  when all the colors of the shotgun houses, the explosions of bougainvillea, are vivid, coming at you in 3D.

A quiet street, oak trees drip with Spanish moss.  The buoyant trumpets and fat burps of a Sousaphone drift on the breeze from another street, a Second Line parade.

Stop for a beer, cold, foamy, and perfect.  Some oysters, too.  Slurp straight from the shell, briny and formless.  Revived, back on the bike.  Pedal to nowhere in particular, cutting through air so thick your back tire leaves a wake.  Find a hammock strung in the shade of a towering magnolia, read a book until your eyes close.