"I know how to fly, I know how to drown, in Sky blue"
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"So tired of all this traveling. So many miles away from home. I keep moving to be stable. Free to wander, free to roam."
Peter Gabriel, "Sky Blue", from the album "UP", 2002
There was a time when taking to the blue skies meant total freedom, flying, joy. There was a time when I needed 'far away'. And I took to the Sky blue to find all of that.
Yup, at the time, believe it or not, moving to the Middle East meant finding peace. "Free to wander, free to roam". And in many ways, the move and the distance have been a balm.
But today, being far away brings pain.
The skies aren't blue here. Not today. And I realize I am so far from home. Somewhere along the way, the blue has dissipated. My dad is dying. Everything is beige, even the sky.
I want to see my dad before it's too late. Before the skies all turn grey.
