Nocturnes

It is amazing, the power of self-empowerment, betimes. Only a few days now until June 5 and then the 32nd. Woke up this morning to an inevitable yet overdue message. An inevitable one, but which was softened by time, appropriately. So you smile and move forward. The unexpected response from Almaty emerges, and in its strangeness may lead toward an imminent return to Cuba. We shall hopefully know manana, and from there it is to the study of Spanish, pronto. I have some boys to see there again. And a sign of change, a return to destinations loved rather than the new. A sign, perhaps...

He types from old faithful fireside, and the corner holding the volume of Charles and the Sixth of June. Probably worth a stop on the 8th. Itinerary totally unknown. Although would not that helicopter have been something! No matter. It shall be a strange day, and so as a stranger give it welcome.

Much more to say - about the development of (still another) plan to tackle Kili, as a way to comfort you through the next months struggles and placate the failed plans of disappearance. Combined with the onset of summer, and the hilarious articled clerk asking your judgment on whether he was wearing a clubbing suit or a work suit. Remember that?

Going to enjoy this eggplant sandwich and tommy's, and Kashuo's stories about "the struggle to keep alive a sense of life's romance, even as one gets older, relationships founder, and youthful hopes recede.". In the old words, how can that be anything but great?