Baltimore:
It happens all too often -- I am somewhere but somehow struggling to actually be there. It's not necessarily for lack of trying. One can only serve so many purposes at a time.
I spent a lot of time on the ground -- in the field -- covering miles, seeing sights, EATING, accomplishing "things", meeting people, ruffling feathers, smoothing ruffled feathers, smoothing wrinkles in clothes...
A good window, open to a good view, is a powerful anchor to a place. I am chained to moments full of night and dawn and day and dusk and repeat but with with the same disposition as fingerprints -- held by the weight of brilliant swaths of light and deepening shadows, the path of the moon, the texture of water in rain and wind and calm, light in all its color and variation.
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