Each day I breathe a bit faster knowing that the time nears. I try to keep myself busy readying the homestead for a three month absence. It's getting near. I see blue, I smell the ocean breeze, I can almost taste...no I can taste the food of the Island. Warm handshakes and the sound of the Sanshin will soon engulf me. As I step off the 777 I will do as I always have done for years. I will kneel and kiss the tarmac and give a prayer of thanks that I am home. Formalities done. Let the chase begin.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Eleven Days and a Wake Up
Each day I breathe a bit faster knowing that the time nears. I try to keep myself busy readying the homestead for a three month absence. It's getting near. I see blue, I smell the ocean breeze, I can almost taste...no I can taste the food of the Island. Warm handshakes and the sound of the Sanshin will soon engulf me. As I step off the 777 I will do as I always have done for years. I will kneel and kiss the tarmac and give a prayer of thanks that I am home. Formalities done. Let the chase begin.
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