The Return

Coming back...

Returning...

Hard to do when it's back to more hills to climb, more days to face...particularly when the sand from the beach is still present in your shoes...the memory of the ocean vivid and the body clock broken from never having to worry about the time.

But it is also a bit of a return for me...a rejoining if you will.  Where perhaps we will keep common hours, common minutes...common shapes to our day.

For perhaps, in your return from a place on Earth that is soothing, easing, allowing the mind to let itself go unmoored for a bit...I can be a new sanctuary.

I can never replace the evenings...but maybe I can return your mind to a place in an evening, when you floated and gazed upwards...perhaps my voice can lift you to that horizontal position and if you close your eyes maybe you can see the tiny fires in the stars again.

Your return is just as much for me as you...I get to to have just the chance...the smallest minute chance that we can come together...

And it may not happen.

But in your return there is at least that chance.

Welcome...I raise a glass to you as you arrive to another evening in your return.