Le retour

We are back safe and sound and tired. But not as tired as we could be. My, but one could get spoiled traveling business class, which is what we did with our accumulated travel miles.

I'm happy to be back, and I was more moved to see the sun rising over the coast around Marseille than I was to leave Mayotte. It felt like a homecoming. Rare for me.

The most beautiful thing I saw during the flight was when we first flew into view of the Mediterranean around Banghazi, Libya. The moon was full, or so close to it that I couldn't tell the difference, and down below, a lit-up city in the form of the Eye of Horus. A golden pathway of moonlight on the water brought to mind a poem by Rimbaud, which I have in a box of books from Sancerre. A passionate, exuberant stranger gave the book to me one night in Paris. So many symbols and memories and beauty converging as we flew toward a new life. A beautiful moment for the spirit as well as the eyes.

I could go on, but there are things to get done.

Thanks for all the comments of well wishes.