Lazy Letter: North Wall
So, I left. I had an early morning flight. Last night was tiring and sleepless. I’ll arrive around nine in the morning, which means I could start up the day just as I land. I need to go to the bank to get some paperwork done, and do a little adjustment on my account. I fell asleep just as I fastened my seatbelt, and shoved my bag under the seat. There is no greater pleasure than to open your eyes from a short nap, and find yourself somewhere in the sky, crossing over vast lands underneath, the ocean of clouds, and the endless horizon. I still ask for the window seat as I check in.
By the shape of the mountains, and the watch around my wrist, I could tell that the plane has taken off just recently, and we weren’t so far away from the city. I’ll miss it there, hadn’t occurred to me for a long time now, more like an outdated notion. But it’s my hometown after all. I watched the mountains, my face so close to the window, tried hard not to fall asleep again. Very challenging, actually, to stay awake. I was squinting hard, waiting for my eyes to adapt to the naked light.
The timing was perfect. We were flying right above the chain of the northern mountains. They’re mysterious in a way. As though they’ve built this great wall on the north side of the city to furnish it with a unique landscape. It all looked dreamy in the past, of course, before they turned into this so-called modern city, but I won’t bore you with my annoyance of the twenty-first century’s creations or any of that stuff today; this is the case for pure beauty.
Waves of mountains standing tightly next to one another, they each look different. That’s the nature’s borderline; at least this city has a limit on growing from the north. The closer you get to them and the more you look, the more you understand the enormous power they’re holding up. I looked back to the tail of the plane. They were everywhere, as far as my view stretched. I find them a lot more interesting, now that I don’t live here anymore. They’ve been sitting here strongly for many years, since the beginning I’d say, and they’ve watched this lovely village grow up into the most hectic city underneath their footsteps. I always appreciated them, not that I didn’t. I used to sit by my bedroom window, watching the mountains and clouds for hours. I almost did everything in front of that window. Talked on the phone, ate lunch, or even did homework. But perhaps I took them for granted. Don’t we always do?
16.Jun.17 – Tehran, Iran