Lag

I am here and tired and whoever designed the Houston airport (aka George H.W. Bush International) must have gotten the blueprints mixed-up with an obstacle course client.

I am, however, thrilled to see my friend. I love how it takes only to be in one another's presence and time picks up where it stood still and distance is nothing but the space between us.

Thank you Guest Bloggers. I will read through everything tomorrow. For now, sleep is begging me to meet up.