At first, it seems like one's travel
computer going on the fritz on the eve of a trip would be a bad
thing. It probably is. But right this second, the lack of current
photos and presence of a few from last year are gifting me an
unexpected return to the trains and misty mornings of Sri Lanka.
The pancakes on my plate somehow taste
like string hoppers, the rice flour noodles that you swipe through
curry with your right hand, and the mimosa in my cup is a shock when
my mind is thinking about rich milk (chai masala) tea.
My goal today is for my feet to take me
everywhere I want to go, but that day was on a train, rocking through
tea plantations, exchanging emails with new Sinhalese friends, and
trying for a particular photograph, a person held mostly in focus
while their surroundings obey the momentum of the railroad.
Actually getting the idea to work was
irrelevant, beside the simple warm air joy of sitting in the open
door of a moving train, gradually working my way through a paper bag
of fried somosa-things with dried chili peppers.
My computer might not work, but luckily
my memory does.
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