Wednesday, 14 April 2010
losing track of time whilst high
It really is Wednesday now, but strangely I found myself counting the days from the weekend to work out which day it was.
Alongside travel I've been mainly in hotels and meeting rooms at least several stories above the ground. I call it 'white boxing' when I move from one type of principally corporate accommodation to another. And being aloft can also cut one from the immediate environment.
My own daylight time has been limited to ten minutes I stole for a short walk around a city block when I was early for an appointment. It was sunny and I could become a part of this city for a moment.