park

park
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So here I am tonight, alone in my own bed. Only the fifth time I’ve been in a bed in a month. The windhorse is resting in the garage. The first time he’s been in a garage in a month. The barely waning sturgeon moon has risen above the house at exactly the same phase as the thunder moon when I left 28 days ago.
I looked at my total mileage for the trip and noticed that it’s one of those numbers that reads the same flipped and turned. How appropriate. Coming or going, forward or back. I’m back where I started, and hopefully, as T.S. Eliot says, “to know the place for the first time. “