Boarding time

Martin's hazel eye

As I bicycled home, you entered a metal box that would soon hurl itself over mountains, rivers, valleys and an ocean. I would be missing you already, but you left the laundry unfolded on the bed and the clean dishes in the dishwasher. I've been so busy straightening up that I haven't really thought about the prospect of eating alone for the next two weeks.

the sound of the waves

Martin and I went on a mini-adventure and finally ventured out to see the wave organ, which had been on the to-do list since Martin found it on the atlas obscura. It was very windy as the fog blew in over the hills. The sun sparkled on the bay as tiny little sail boats soared amid the trans-pacific tanks. We held hands and kissed knowing tomorrow would bring work, travel and separation.

Martin looking out at the bay and GG bridge

tiny sail boat with fort mason in the background

Travel Note

When going through airport security, remove all large rocks from carry-on bags before sending them through the x-ray machine. Saves you from going through a bag check and explaining that your mother collects rocks for her labyrinth.