And Yet
It hasn’t easy being back from Southeast Asia. I’m not sure of all the reasons. Some have to do with Jet Lag, the millions of hours it took to return. And then there’s snow. We are trying to put together what we saw with what we know.
And Yet
I love words so many of them and yet (I don’t like the words And Yet though they seem appropriate) when it comes time to saying something important to describing a feeling to telling you what we were looking for when we were away what part of ourselves was lost, and then what we found funny to find yourself somewhere 93 million other people all strangers a place you don’t belong where you don’t know anyone don’t speak the language I belong right here in my familiar room my bedroom my office painted color of Dentyne view of the conical turret where Margaret Meade worked And Yet.