the first day of being back is always the best. i exist in a kind of travel time, stuck somewhere between deja vu and dream, where everything is familiar and new, at the same time. it lets me see wherever it is that i am living from a totally different perspective, it allows newness to sneak back into the picture. a kind of suspension of disbelief.  i think that no matter what it is you do, that you need to get away from it every once in awhile, in order to maintain a healthy and alive perspective on it. so, here is a little remembrance of that little get away, still fresh on the scene.