Pata Pata

He writes from Cape Town, all traveled wonder and gratitude for the leap. There is sunshine in his words, music, and that delectable feeling when you are overwhelmed by the unexpected. You ask him if a life after New York is possible, and he speaks of adventure in return. 

The sun sets so early in the land up north. The sky turns black while you are on the train and you forget it is still the middle of the day. Fight the will to hibernate and vow to open your windows to madness, instead. Ignore the implications of turning into a tragic stereotype of romantic comedy homecomings. 

Be where you are, now. Be somewhere better, eventually. 

Even if it takes dark days to get there.