28 hours from Wichita to Nairobi, from airport waiting to plane riding. Sitting for two 9 hour stretches on a plane is like reliving a dream that you can’t awaken from. One of those dreams where you feel as if you are in a state of falling and can’t wake up or finally hit the ground, just lingering in limbo. Feeling as if I’m neither here nor there, just being, in a zombie-like state.
Once on the ground in Nairobi joy overcomes the lengthy, lethargic, lingering hours on the plane. While darkness greets our arrival, I am overcome by the faces of multiple races blending together, the languages of the earth blending together in song with the vans, cars and taxis that await weary travelers as they venture into the city.
Tonight sleep in a bed, not airplane seat is what I am looking forward too. Tomorrow our team will be introduced to the city and we will plan our activities while here with our hosts. I look forward to getting into the schools to meet the teachers and students I will be working with over the next two weeks. Until I can write again, treat others kindly, peace and love.
Lesson for my Wranglers: What styles of figurative language can you find in my writing?
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