i'd like to say something here succinct and eloquent about
the importance of travel and the importance of vacation
and the distinction between the two and how we thought
this trip would be one but was really the other but i'm not sure i can. further
i'd like to delineate each day, hour, moment as a means
of capturing what happened, like a firefly in a jar, but what happened
is somewhat irreducible.
suffice to say, words are blunt instruments but here's one: spectacular.
it is strange to be back. daily grind and all.
we attach meaning to such slender things. such ephemera.