Object Writing: Eiffel Tower

There's a weight that sits behind my brow after long distance travel. The recycled hours stuck in a human sized but not human shaped bubble pull sharply at my back and legs begging to stretch. Finally landed like a hearty morning stretch and barely laden with bags, at least the adrenaline of a new city makes it feel that way. A new flavour in the air and subliminal hints from local architecture signal like beacons, welcome to Paris. Nestled below the excitement, jiggling with the hubbub is the mild panic of finding the right shuttle bus. A fleet of pedestrians interweave like a crossroads of birds diving for prey blocking helpful signage offering them only in sparing gasps. Moving closer, weaving between the tangle of legs and bags the sign jumps forward to settle the panic to tepid. A shuttle awaits, belly in a wide yawn for bags, boxes and prams, tickling a low rumble so those nestled inside do not overheat.

In the background, I heard an array of the nursery rhymes my mum and son were watching together. That was one way to get distracted on the way through! Still managed to pump quite a bit out.

At one point I felt like I needed to round out this journey and finish at the Eiffel Tower but stopped myself and let the story unfold instead of trying to rush through.

Descriptions I was particularly proud of today: recycled hours (to describe the recycled AC on a long haul flight), sparing gasps (as gaps between a busy crowd), like a crossroads of birds diving (to describe the chaos of an interweaving crowd), belly in a wide yawn (for a bus that has the underside opened waiting for luggage).

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