a salty breeze, the extended sea, shapely layers of lush hills, and the sight and smells of familiar tropical flora; it’s surreal to imagine that a month from now this place will seem so distant, when i am in my ocean-less locked land that seems so different and distant from where i am now. when i return to the sea, i feel home. i grew up in the ocean; i was a sea-witch, a mermaid, a “doctor” of tidal pools, or so i’d imagine.
and here’s to the friendship that brought me to this other hemisphere, to rio de janeiro. it feels like we never were so many leagues apart for so long. may i never cease to care for the friendships i hold dearest. in the words of fernando pessoa, quoted to me by my dear friend here, “i could bear, though not without pain, the death of all my lovers, but would go mad with the deaths of all my friends.”