my flight was delayed. shared flight-mishap stories with the driver on the way to the airport. showed up on time for original take-off. walked to my gate; acknowledged it – walked the opposite direction and found a spot i liked to sit at. (i’ll do that – go out of my way for something i like versus whatever is convenient.)

was at the gate on time (for the second call time) and it got delayed by another 30. southwest airlines so i chose my own seat, row two – aisle seat. just wanted to exit right away. and that’s what i did.

san francisco was rainy. it is raining. two and half hours driving up to willits; northern california. mendocino. in the rain…chatting with my brother that i haven’t seen in three years; never seen or visited his home. arrived.

willits is cute, small town. just saw some deer passing in the foggy windshield. it’s supposedly going to rain all week; maybe snow tomorrow evening.

i haven’t been here since i was 20 years old going on 21. that was eight years ago…miami to mendocino to the bay; back across country to north carolina for a few days down to miami, to start from zero for the 20th time…from miami to melbourne florida to miami for a few weeks to argentina for four years…and here i am visiting.

time moves slow…when you’re all alone. but looking back i can hardly grasp all that i’ve lived. it’s gone by so fast. and nothing is the same yet everything is.

and it’s not the same person on my mind anymore but there’s someone; just like before.

i wonder when this heartbreak world will let me meet my someone that makes me feel time is…somewhat present. that encourages me to forget the past and holds my hands; breathing and kissing me into a different future: full of inspiration, love and happiness that makes time feel alive; somewhat present.