alright alright, 

let's try this for a while. 

When I get back from Guatemala it's the home stretch. 

It's almost spring. 

We're back on bikes. 

We started a bike gang. 

I'm not unhappy, just antsy. 

We'll put sleeping behind us and wander in the coming warm nights. 

I'm excited to see this new corner of the world, 

get my perspective back, learn someone else's. 

I'm off to pack and collect my thoughts. 

You are not your thoughts: your thoughts are not you.