Always wash your feet upon returning home. Look up. Have class in a rose garden at Hampton Court. Have class beneath The Globe. Eat chocolate beetroot cake and twirl. Race through the glorious Regent’s Park to make it to a massively bizarre performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at the Open Air Theatre. Under the …
Author Archives: Heather Ezell
Some Words on Words.
I’ve been living in a smoke of words since arriving on Monday. A good smoke. Not a bad smoke. Not wild fires licking your home smoke, but the other kind. Sweet. Maybe a bit spicy. Edible, floral, make it what you will. Cities are made of words. Or, no, not just cities, such a claim …
Here We Are.
I step up to the ticketing counter and heave my duffel onto the scale. “You on the Heathrow flight?” the agent asks. I’m digging through my bag for my passport—flustered—so I only nod. He tags my duffel, then asks, “You from London?” “What? No, California born and raised.” I slide my passport across the counter. …
