The Return to Reality

Returning from the Caribbean, I am tan, happy and satisfied.  The discomfort created daily from the city's racing about, one-upping and cacophony of noises has ceased.  I am at peace.  In my mind I hear the soft crashing of waves against the shore with the glow of the full moon above and the cool sea breeze enveloping like a Goldilocks-esque blanket -- not too cool, not too warm, just perfect.

I started this draft on Monday, but the business of the city interrupted my typing, but not my outlook.  Still unshaven at this point, I gaze around the conference room pointing to issues the team somehow overlooks, with sun-faded bracelets adorning the ends of my brown arms.  The constant reminders that I have been elsewhere seemingly boast, "I know of something, someplace, somewhere better."

The thought is breaching the walls of work and materializing more and more into a life credo.

This manifestation likely will precipitate action soon.

More later.  Explore the world for now.

Be well, do good.

BG