We are back, now. This isn’t Italy, anymore. Nor Switzerland.
There are no mountains out this window. No steeply sloped green pastures with cows grazing. There are no bells pealing during the day. No cobblestone streets. No sidewalks lined with tables where people relax and sit and talk and drink their drinks.
In an absolute blackness of night, I woke up and didn’t know where I was. Not quite right. I knew where I was, but I couldn’t get my brain to tell me how to walk to the bathroom door. It was telling me to turn in the wrong places. To reach out to a wall that wasn’t there. To watch out for my backpack that wasn’t leaning against the wall. To step up when there was no step to step on.
It will take a few days, I suppose. That Cardinal and those two Sparrows joyfully splashing in the newly filled birdbath will help.
Time for recalibration.