somewhere to go

every day brings new breath and new thoughts between what’s been before.

time is racing. it’s always this way come the end of the year. December just days away. 25 in under a month. so silly I could laugh.

walked through a cemetery overlooking the open ocean of the east coast. lucky ghosts resting with such a stunning view. 

it goes on forever and we are so small. I look out and wonder if anyone might be looking back in my direction from some other coast someplace else.

always walking through moments and places I wish I could share with those I’ve loved. I remind myself they’re always around in one way or another. memories and dreams mean something more than nothing.

Matilda surprised me with a trip to the theatre as an early gift. she knows I don’t like birthdays, so decided to spoil me early, blindfolding me as we made our way through the city. a remarkable Belvoir production - ‘the master and Margarita’; an existential odyssey about legacy, storytelling, love, loss, and the wide messy spectrum of the human condition. my head is still spinning.

as Jenae touches down in Europe, and Joely adventures her way around Japan, I set an early alarm. heading home for a little while. decisions to be made as December looms. how lucky am I to have somewhere to go. <<