The best Sara I know (so good that she has TWO tumblrs) sent me the best postcard from Dublin. Because European mail is slow and Sara is fast (at leaving places), I had to send my reply into the netherland of cyberspace. Safe travels, Sara! See you back in the ‘burgh.
It had not rained for the entire time I have been in India and then this morning, I was awakened by a thrumming—I couldn’t tell what it was, the sound was so unfamiliar: rain. The air has been so heavy today, the clouds hanging over the ocean, bearing down. I used to write you haiku on postcards, but being here makes me feel more expansive. Even my hair is growing longer here, and I feel taller everywhere I go. Everything is long—the days, the heat, my limbs. Come find this new version of me.
“From my notebook, the back of a postcard that can never be sent”