Another Place

I’m flying through nothing very fast, then I land. And I land far from here. Far geographically, certainly; but also far emotionally. Where I land things are different and I too am different. There isn’t, anymore.

Now I have landed.

The plastic store signs are dirty and colorful. Japanese-looking stylized scrawl punctuates each store-front board’s ragged proclamations. There are no people here, yet. I think they will come soon, bringing noise and energy and liveliness. Perhaps not liveliness, I may be beyond that. I feel happier. Happier because I feel safe. I am lost, but secure. And that feels wonderful.