Bottle Trees

One last flight from Washington D.C. to Denver-- the last of many. Planes, trains, taxis, buses and boats have brought me all the way around the world, back to the same platform where I said goodbye, where she said it back.  I'm sitting in the same phone booth where we talked about everything, 6 months ago. We talked about this day like it would never come, but we were wrong.

It feels just right to be home, to be here with you again.  To be concerned with nothing more than being with my family, sharing stories, adventures, and gifts, hugging my mom, smoking a cigar with my dad. 

   

May 20th, 2009.