I finally made it back to my favorite cafe today (after a long absence, due to this and this). And when I looked out the window and saw the Union Bank of California building looming above, I knew I was home. It felt good to come back to my writing, and good to see all the regulars I love to watch.
For some reason, I hesitate to write any words in this frame. I like the space unoccupied, the promise unfulfilled. The fact that I can crawl back into this space no matter how long I have been away. That I can disappear into my reappareance.