Multiple Personality

While I sit here calmly at my desk on a temperate Utah day, my mind runs duplicitously as though it were already a resident of the UK.

I watch this 65 degree overcast grey sky threatening to shower and can see it two ways already.  It is a cool spring Utah day whose temperatures will rise again with the return of the sun in the next day or so.  OR it’s a warm beautiful summer Scotland day whose sky has taken a respite from drizzling her moisture down on us.

It’s an ordinary weekday in early May lost among the routine of work, news, and life.  OR it’s the buzzing first Tuesday in May, 48 hours before a general election when countries’ emotions are running high, the incumbent Prime Minister campaigns nervously, the challenging candidates crusade passionately, and the people consider cautiously the potential of their great nation and leaders.

I fly in a holding pattern whose habitual monotony is broken by the end of a workday.  But in my head, I think about a flat, next to a university, beside a park, below a castle, and wonder what everyone else is doing.

My soul is already a dual resident and it’s overly exhausting.