Welcome home . . .

At times I am so aware of my surroundings, noticing small details or actions within my field of vision. At other times I am caught completely unaware. This afternoon was one of those unaware moments. Bettina let me know that there was a huge brush fire, so large it blotted out the sun and at times appeared to be blood red and I didn’t notice until my drive back at 6:30p this evening. I feel like it was my welcome home, back to the valley of the sun and its bone dry heat. I miss Asia, but the only other place I’d rather be is home.

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