Damn, that was fast. The
winter, I mean. My...vacation from my temporary summer gig in
Washington State. My time in Florida seemed awfully short, and
indeed it was – I didn't get home until the middle of December.
And now it's the end of April and I'm already on the way back to the
Pacific Northwest. In fact, I'm writing this in a hotel room in
Butte, Montana.
My plan, as always is to
leave Washington when the cherries are all picked and the helicopters
are all put away. But there are always...things
that conspire to keep me up there well past my intended date of
departure. The very first vestiges of those “things” are forming
now, even as we speak, like the little wisps of fog you sometimes see
just before the visibility goes to zero. I suspect that I'll get
coerced into staying longer, as usual.
So we'll see.
1 comment:
Your unexpected adventures provide for delightful storytelling. Godspeed.
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