I sit in my little Calgary, Alberta,
room with vivid memories of six months in Antarctica some 50 years ago.
Not a lot of difference today when I woke to -38 degrees and expected daytime highs close to the -30 mark.
Move north to New Zealand from the polar memory and I find my great grandson Zyon (4) on a sandy surf beach in the mid to high teens. (It’s tomorrow there).
Travel a couple of hours east from where I am now and we find our great grandkids George (3) and Eleanor (1) bundled in their world on a recent day.
Poles apart maybe, yet totally connected in a flash through the magic of internet: we can see, hear, or read about each other in second. Gotta love it.