Outbound

The bags lie packed in the corner of the room. There isn't enough time, there is never enough time and yet here we are, the night before takeoff, and it arrives ruthlessly. I stared into the sun today in the parking lot and I remembered, this is what it's like. This is the sunshine in which I grew up.

Tomorrow I return to darkness. It is what it is.

Sunshine can remind you of the fireworks you once owned. Sunshine can help you own them once again.