Back to the Future

I'm home. To the place I love the most. As my flight descended into Burbank tonight and I glimpsed the foggy haze, I didn't care what the weather was. I was home. Little sprouts, a walk in the neighborhood, my palm frond bedroom and the coolness of a Lost Angeles night.

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[pirandello]

Welcome back. LA missed you as much as you missed LA. Your last several pieces are some of the best you've done; "Surreal" and "Digging in the Future" were ones that I especially liked. I haven't been in the garden in a very long time but you reminded me and I was able to dredge up those memories and appreciate them in a different way. "Surreal" struck home for me as well, more as a third ghost than a first. One I know I'll face soon. I have to stay focussed, though, and remember that glaciers come and glaciers go. I hear the sound of pieces in a Rubik's cube shifting towards surprising patterns. Or maybe just time running out.