I’m standing on the landing, listening to the distant thunder, with the occasional flash of dim lightning. I left Erika’s apartment early so as not to disturb her. My cat Güino was inside, faintly meowing for a serving of cat juice. After going in and giving him what he craved, I made a cup of coffee and returned to the landing. In the short interim, the lightning had increased in intensity and I could hear soft drops of rain start to fall. My trip to Pennsylvania now seems like a month ago. For a moment, I badly wanted to be back on the quiet nocturnal streets, walking mile after mile. During the trip, I took advantage of both time and energy to do so. I’ll finish my cup of coffee in a moment. I try not to begrudge the necessity of work. Some mornings the streets call my name and doubly so after I wander in a new place, one I’ll likely not see again. I don’t know the word for nascent nostalgia. Love, X
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