one day at a time . . .

attempting at another first day

the recurring theme,
how does one cope . . .

at the round-about,
turn right?

momentos from 3 months ago,

or 7 years ago

momentos of travels

a probable change of heart . . . . again

a tunnel vision of the end of summer

flights booked,

off to more exploration, again

an entry point,

to an impassable interior

zooming in,
to a two dimensional world

contemplating the next expedition . . .

blurry Monday . . .

it was crystal clear

amongst ruins . . . continents away
but not far from within

no swimming here . . . I don't swim

don't go outside . . .

take me back to the skies . . . .

what's beyond those stairs . . .

there are no fireworks around here . . .

at the caynon, what else could you expect!

a 22 hour journey home

loitering at T5 . . .

the Namib desert

wandering in the Namib desert

dusk, Okavango River, Namibia

the otherworldly Dead Vlei, Namibia

4 hours to departure:
Hakuna Matata

Two more days!

one week to total escapism

ten days until Africa

an upside down universe,

for now . . .

tulips . . . it must be spring

sitting by the pond,

waiting for kinder days . . .

flying away,

from here. . .

"Aria da Capo"

all set to go

an about-face,

the tour is on!

a beacon . . .

that navigates to nowhere

a dubious vacation plan,

canceled

still waiting . . .
for a train that may never arrive

bollards,

where is the mooring ...

the icy coastal range,

but it's more chilly within

the beach in winter

lost . . . .

just can't see the forest for the trees

losing oneself at the beach,

and totally losing one's way

turn right,

turn left . . . turn nowhere

it's not quite spring yet,

just can't wait . . .

lapsed memories,

of last week and today

gazing out the shuttered window . . .

escapism for the day . . .

another stairway . . .

to an unknown state of mind