But my very first morning back in the US looked like this:
I believe the hotel room above - result of a delayed flight on the way home - was the polar opposite of Mexico. Just look at it! Ascetic, corporate, muted inoffensive colors.SIGH and SIGH again.
My heart is alternating between the emotion of the two photos: happy blossom and gray fog. I miss Mexico ferociously, with every fiber. Yet, I need to be home right now. The book demands it. So for the moment, I content myself with a gentle transition sweetened with lobster rolls and blueberry sodas...
Any words of wisdom from my posse out there?
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It sounds like you've blossomed along with Maine, and have summer in your soul again.
ReplyDeleteI wish I knew more about the book industry... no advice to give there :(