Now that my passport issues have cleared up with no time to spare, I travel in less than forty-eight hours for a city that is a stranger to me. I imagined that I might be bouncing off the walls with my departure so near; instead I am feeling surprisingly calm and open… to adventure, perhaps, or moving forward, or to answers and truths I need to find.
There’s a full moon tonight and the air is clear. The faint stink of the estuary at low tide is gently swept away by campfires burning sweetly along the shore, while citylights twinkle and shine on the distant hills of Mexico and smear in long, skinny stripes on the glass-topped bay. This has been my home for thirteen years… it’s funny how I feel so much more cordial towards it when I’m about to step out for awhile.
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