I couldn’t sleep after reading Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. So I decided to get my lazy bones out of bed at 1am and see what a blank canvas would do for me. I decided to not confine myself to a timeline. And this is definitely not sequential after yesterday’s post. But anyhoo, we’re trying.
This part is called Sedona :)
20 excruciating hours from my cave, churning pavement like nobody's business. Into the mythical land of vibrant reds and wasping clouds to light up the surreal sunset before dark. Deathly tired, the mesmerizing slow burn of the last colors in the day was satisfying enough for the trouble of the voyage. The bed and breakfast, less so.
The paint seemed to have had twelve rounds with mother nature, and the owner Betty seemed to have done many many more.
“Thank you so much for coming Mr. Dugin!” eager to climb into my dome and start fiddling with the memory box. As much as I love delving into my personal life with strangers, I kindly retired for the evening, locking eyes with the pillows, and snuggling up into the sand colored duvet.
The clock spun around a few times before I woke, and Betty must have had breakfast ready for hours because just as my door creaked, she was worried that I had starved to death in my sleep.
“Dear, there are muffins and pancakes and coffee and..”
I’m trying to not tune people out, but it’s a work in progress. Just imagine a buffet at an IHOP and ordering the whole menu just for yourself. As the morning haze retreated and amidst the several encores of eggs and bacon, my attention refocused on the reason for this whole endeavor.. vortexes.