Standing on my terrace at an ungodly hour of the night satisfying my nicotine addiction, the sound of a distant aircraft reminded me of what I used to say as a child. "I wish I was on that plane"! I quickly returned to the present and said to myself " I wish I was here"! I'm cursed or blessed by being nomadic by nature not by intention, and I now have an inkling, a desire, a thought perhaps to stop this habitual restlessness.
I came back to Paris from the UK via Dover on the new DFDS shipping line. The sky was great, clouds and fog mixed to create a water colour clouding the horizon from view.
I recalled my childhood once again. As a "family" we took many boat trips across the pond. My four sisters and myself would play chase, hide and seek. The boats weren't as safe then and I remember Catherine hanging on for dear life having slipped on the wet wooden decking. That ended our chasing.
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