flew and flew and flew. through mountains of cloud where i saw faces. frozen expressions. changing land below first organized farm land. circles and perfect squares, rectangles.
to a new continent where the land is like a crazy quilt with curves. embroidered with shades of blue, grey, green, gold. tiny houses below made of stone and slate roofs. verdant summer lands.
all the way here to my new outdoor resting space. so much flying left me stunned. i sat and stared at all the big-leafed trees. it is quiet in my neighborhood in the 9th district. no tourists in the other apartments.
i drank milk from a carton and enjoyed a plate of cookies left out for me. santa has arrived in budapest. thanks for the welcome!
lots of windows letting in balmy mild air.
the apartment is gleaming white & pale blue walls. lovelier than anticipated.
i napped then grabbed the map and went for money. no euros here. the currency is FORINTS. 50,000 = 264 buckeroos.
my apartment is down the street on right at the corner. churchyard on left. peaceful. haven't heard any english yet. i am perfectly cocooned in a foreign world.
in a daze. walking around and around. looking up. turning in circles in the middle of the street.
hello new world. i've just been born. it's good to be here.
fruit so fresh you can smell the sweetness as you pass by. i will return tomorrow for peaches, melons, berries.
i saw copper streetlights!
an old bookstore beckoned. i carried my provisions home.
back home to the balcony. and gothic night sky full of portent and drama.