: i am here, here i am...:

well, i'm back. yes i am. i am here in boston, mass. it's funny you know? the way your environment shifts all of the time; the way that people look at you on the street changes with that shift; the smells, the colors, the landscapes and the textures of places.

you should see the foliage here in beverly (16 miles from boston), it's glorious unbridled, lustlfully lush, swaying in a fall dreamery spectrum afternoon, new england clear skies blissful warm comforting oceanside mellow calm.

i almost forgot where i was. being here from being there, it hits me almost three or four times a second," i am not there anymore and i can feel it." it runs through my bones and passes through my porous skin. i am here. i exist. but to a dreamed state...this is real, and i have arrived yet again at a place unfamiliar, but as real as any place. this sense of wonder is the result of a good travel.

get on your horses, we're riding.

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