Travel log: Sun Aug 23
Sometimes one has to travel a long way in order to arrive at what is near. I read that somewhere so it’s not original. But it’s true. I woke this morning after 30 hours of traveling home and one quarter of a sleeping pill and walked Loca to the park. It is 80 degrees because we’re having a cool front. The park is amazingly the same – beautiful. The bayou was such a sight for sore eyes, I could have cried when the taxi pulled onto Moss Street off of City Park Avenue last night.
There was a new moon in the pitch black sky.