With Views

Familiar returns can be made mysterious if you will it. They try to make your visit business as usual because they cannot see the way you are humming on the inside, how everything vibrates beneath your skin. You do not blame them. Ahead of you sits a desk at a window, ahead of you lies a smidgeon of time that is yours and yours alone, at the edge of the horizon the Wild West spreads out before you and says All this is yours now. You stack piles of paper, post-it notes, notebooks full of scribbles. Go to bed early. 

When dawn comes, adventure comes with it. 

You are ready.