I'm back from New York. For the first time, I'm having to transition back to Santa Barbara. Usually, even after coming back from a paradisical trip to Panama, I get home and am immediately acclimated. But not today. I keep hearing or seeing things that take me back to NYC. Today it was a distant screech that sounded like a braking subway train. Earlier it was the sound of sirens headed down State Street. Having a hard time materializing back on the West Coast.
Dream image last night:
Hummingbirds inside a tree. Scores of them, sitting on branches.
Saw Lisa's pictures tonight of vultures in Guatemala City, that took the same pose as the hummingbirds in the dream.
Dream image a few nights before:
Smoking a cigar or a pipe, the kind of thing you're not supposed to inhale.
Next day Lisa says she bought a pipe in Latin America and smoked it last night.
Mental lint indeed.
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welcome home, you traveling traveler.
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