my view

i floated into las vegas tonight, safe and sound. as expected, the view from the airplane kicked on the nostalgia. some people have a local spot that represents home--maybe a prominent statue or a favorite bakery. others are taken back home with the smell of honeysuckle or a familiar childhood logo. for me, it is the moment i see the vegas lights after being away. they appear as if a giant took a massive handful of glittering gold chips and scattered them in a valley; and when i look out at the millions of glowing lights, i look in the direction of where my house should be and wonder if i am looking at it in that moment. having a place to call "home" is one of the best feelings.

signing off now....sweet dreams.