I've been to Denver, Boulder, Boston, NYC and Mayne Island.
Crossing my path: orcas, strangers with rosemary to offer, a masseuse, beds dreaming next to friends, early dawn shared with new faces, hanging a chandelier from a boom on Bowery, circling unfamiliar cities and feeling their vertical bricks with my fingertips, candles on chocolate cake, music filtering from blocks away, museums, flight after flight, and the first pink on my skin.
And after all the holding it together and setting alarms for three in the morning (my time) and whiplashing my head back and back again, it is this photo that I think of. Of two trees that stand together. Some fateful or lucky way they've remained tall against the backdrop of sprawling suburbia. And their togetherness is so pleasant and so lonely.
