Church hallways and front doors for bikes locks and office entrances.
Four steps later, that front door was shut and I shuttled on.
Miles and miles, many over the course of these days:
Bridges between land, tears beween laughter.
Bono's aged lyrics drive me through these seas and waves of land.
Between the sips of tea and smiles with friends:
Reading and writing. Writing and reading.
Maybe tomorrow I will go home.