Reflections on my first week back
It was a week ago today. In another world. A colder, more beautiful world. A world living in tomorrow. It was D-day, the morning of. I was at the beach and I knew it was the last time I would be at the beach for a long time. Though any time from the beach is a long time. The water was still, the sun was bright, my heart was full. I didn’t want it to go away. For a split second I wondered if I ought to even let it. It was D-day, and far too late to be wondering such things. Yet everything was perfect in that moment and it hurt to walk away. A lingering pang I just couldn’t quite shake, not in the world of tomorrow, nor in the world of today, nor in the world of yesterday where I was headed all the same. So I kept my wonderings to myself for the most part. Travel is a beautiful, kind, painful gift. Whenever I think about how slim the chances of me landing in the timeline of history where travel is so normal, I feel such gratitude. But with the ability to travel further more easily, ...