On my way to Minneapolis. For a wedding, and conveniently timed to give me space to reflect.

The past several days have been filled with disorienting and powerful interactions that had just begun hinting at normalcy, and now I will jet from the familiar-unfamiliar to land in a soup of dichotomies: concrete and flesh, tears and toothy grins, hermitry and family, distance and proximity.

I’m free when when I ride my bike, but dodge traffic through your hearts’ red lights. I’m free when I show my love, but trapped in what you think I am. I’m free when I’m naked, but you still see the emperor’s new clothes.

Can’t tell if I’m a hermit or just haven’t returned yet.

Love travels.