Language

Duane and the fox, offering up some post-Trump solace, and more, ideas.  History is a story, always about reclaiming progress that has been attained and pushing it that bit further.  So much struggle and yet to remain standing, proud.  Passing on hard-fought knowledge in ever-changing ways.  The loon giving over permission to enter its waters, in song.  There is creative depth there, worth preserving.  Far more than the simplistic "Tourism in a virtual age" banter.  Then the Ethiopian cabbie 16 years out from Addis with his 3 kids to seal it.  Seal the theme.  Go deeper in search of the structure.

We are hitting the skies.  A productive day.  Elena and lost nephew lashing out as the bookend to the early Sunday departure.  Not many hours and still much to be done this work week.  But I leave the mountains imagining a spring return that will be as rejuvenating as the Carrib sea (which, to be clear, should also be visited).  Focus on words and stories.  Lost words and lost stories.  Saved from memory for posterity.  As this midnight moment is here.  Now.  Then.  Now.