Sunport

It's nearly 7 a.m. My flight boards in about 40 minutes. The marquee shows that the plane is on time. That's good. I don't want to sit around the airport waiting.

I'm sort of scared. I have no idea what to expect. For the next 12 days I'll be traveling alone in
Central America. I decided to travel lightly; move about without a shadow. I'm pretty sure I have everything I need. There's money in the bank. I turned down the water-heater. Everything should be fine.


I realize that I've sort of lost myself this past year. A lot has happened. Most of it bad. I really need this adventure. I've forgotten something about myself. I don't know what it is. So, I'm going in search of a reminder. Or, maybe I'm looking for a cue on how I'm supposed to move forward.

I've never lived particularly gracefully. It occurs to me that I'm middle-aged. Realistically, half my life is over. I hope I can do this next part with more gentleness and kindness and purpose.

I'm looking around the airport at a bunch of strangers. The plane is about to board. I'll write again when I'm in Guatemala.