Morning Light

The memory of spending almost all of yesterday on airplanes to get here, was simply drowned out this morning when I walked out onto this dappled patio. It is one of my favorite places on earth; the crisp, slightly chilly air filled with foreign bird songs, its own, unique smell, and the voices of people I love.

I didn't keep a diary during the visit and let blipping go by the wayside a bit, in favor of spending every possible moment visiting. Glad I did, it was too short as it was.