This morning, I was in Rivendell, and now, I’m watching fireflies dance in the Tennessee twilight, marveling at how distant and impossible one place feels against the other.
And yet, here I am, back again, embracing jet lag like an old friend, scheming how life might continue taking me brazenly around the world.
But, for now, sleep. Like the dead. For the next 12 hours.
More thoughts on the trip tomorrow, from a decidedly less soupy and loopy brain...