Tour-ism...

is quite the endeavor, at least when I have something to do with it. So many places, peoples and moeurs. A thousand digital pictures, a trail of used batteries, a heap of crumpled receipts and brochures, and a good dose of well traveled germs, laundry to be done, bags to be quarantined and then disinfected, and so much, so much rest to be had.

Finally there is a whole world, met and appreciated, all senses involved, now slipping away, Time an ever-growing divide, between the loveliness of places, the cultural peculiarities that elate the mind, the gardens that speak to the heart, and the good coffee that pleases the senses... all a postcard viewed and misplaced, as we a awaken to the realities of our day-to-day obligations, for we are once again, back home -wherever that is.

So Madison it is. For now, at least.

Be well, and if you can, seek the path that awakens