OK, I have too many posts stuck in draft mode, waiting for edits before I publish them to my millions of adoring followers... but perhaps I am missing the point of blogging. So in that spirit, while I enjoy a brownie, double house and the pouring rain from the warmth and clatter of Macy's, I will write a few imperfect words.
I head back to Tallahassee Wednesday morning, and the thought of it brings me of course a mix of emotions. Every time I return to TLH, I take note of the moment that the climate hits me, the moment that that old heavy wet hound dog - a febrile yet amazingly spry beast - pounces on me an begins slobbering his 98% humidity dog kisses. I will leave Flagstaff, whose arid climate I so adore and head to Phoenix. From there, the urban assault of concrete heat will be brief, because I will be in an airport. Then I board a plane, with its weird non-atmosphere. And some hours later, the captain announces our descent into Tallahassee, and I begin to count the moments until the beast arrives. This time, I am flying into Jacksonville, but the experience will be similar.
I am secretly happy with the rain, enjoying this reflective time, all this loafing, reading and visiting.
The rain has stopped, and if I the sun comes back out, I may climb some rocks today after all.
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