Thursday, January 19, 2017

tradition, revived

For a long time, every time that I returned to spend a night at my parents, I'd post a picture of the little vase of flowers left in my room.  I'm not sure what caused me to lay off that practice - maybe they were missing once or twice, and then I was apprehensive that they mightn't reappear ... But here they are, against a dark and frigid night.  Flying late out of LA, so that it's already getting dark by the time that one's exiting Heathrow, does some strange things to one's sense of what day it is.

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