My father’s remedy for motion sickness is to look at green things in the distance. Look at that hill, he says, or that batch of trees. To this day, I have not heard anyone else say that. I have heard of looking at stationary objects in the distance, but never the green. Then I visit the place where he grew up. I do not realize it then—I am too young—but I realize it now. In the distance, on all sides, was green.
