Coming Back Down on the Other Side of the Mountain

-If we were to take the long way home, where would it take us?

Taking the long way home is a forgotten art, as we don't seem to have the time these days to do it. Also known as the "scenic route", it allows the child in us to linger in the joy of getting there, to revel in the spirit of the in-between.

And so we did it, standing in line at the train station, baby in hand, hearing the gurgling noises, and the announcement that came like the arrival of a train, we will drive!

And onward we went northbound, free from schools, driving away from warm weather and pets, and into another realm. Switching from enormous Tibetan palace to run-down hotel in Belltown, Seattle is a mess of contradictions. Frightening one moment, inspiring the next.

Time with Family, time with friends, free time to admire the foliage falling down on you as you sit out at night in front of a fire in June..

Coming back home to normalcy, but a new sense of normalcy, free time, sunny skies, sleeping in late, catching up on reading and sleeping, filling your life with books, words, people and fur...