Friday, January 9, 2009
1/8 Early for late
leaving Baltimore to trace an old route back to Denver,
I am in a holding pattern of childhood ski trips to the mountains and college getaways to visit Ash in Boulder.
and a constant genesis soundtrack.
the spell began to break when I got my connecting flight in Denver, and the plane peaked coming over the rockies to the desert flats. but still
I landed in LA somehow behind caught up in my memory trekking.
and even breakfast downtown today with the Freeblooders still keeps me a few days behind in a fake jetlag, remembering seeing them Saturday night instead of missing them the night before...
trying to catch up.