And now, now. Now I have passed through my home fields, borne here by one of my excellent friends while the other waits with the excellent dog for delivery of a passport and a visa gone wrong. All heavy things (besides my cameras) have gone out of my hands, and only lunch and flying await.
(A Philadelphian postscript to tide you over until I'm back at the keys and the shutter: last night, a friend read to me the best obituary I've ever heard.)
The wheatfield I photographed a few weeks ago has now gone golden.
Today is my one day to prepare for Cambridge, and preparing means packing on several fronts and finally turning my mind toward what I will do during my month of return there. I want twenty books for the flight. My excellent friend votes for two. I aim for compromise, knowing full well that my new super suitcase makes my carrying capacity greater than it's ever been.
Where I was today, we had some rain, and so festivities were dampened--but only slightly.
Because it would be too simple and easygoing just to finish the writing course and then take the next few days to get ready for my trip back to Cambridge, I find myself tonight on my way out of town for a quick jaunt before I come back and then go away yet again.
