Friday morning, May 16th
I'm beginning to understand the passion this country instils in its people. It's more of a feeling really, an underlying current of energy that somehow permeates everyday reality. This is not romanticism on my part, it's an awareness, a growing realization of an energy that manifests itself in two completely opposite realities.
At home I feel this energy above me. High overhead its runs across the sky, like a protective shield just out of reach. When I'm 'on' I am immersed in it, travelling at light speed, able to achieve anything. Other times overcast skies hides it from me and I wallow in a slow, soupy fog, all too aware of my incapacitation.
Here however it's much closer. The streets hum with it and from the 24th floor of my hotel I can feel the pulse of the Mediterranean Sea. I can just imagine how being so close to the source would make one crazy.
Perry Gladstone
Posted by pike at May 16, 2003 09:31 PM