Image by Pieter Bruegel the Elder via Wikipedia I am walking through the city, my ears tingling from the cold, when it occurs to me that six weeks here in San Francisco, I have felt what I did not feel after nearly three years in South Florida – the sense of the ground under my feet. That is, my body in relation to land + space; nothing to do with the landscape itself, buildings nestled on hills, streets that rise and fall like baby mountains. Again/in a simpler way: I feel rooted – as though any moment now I might sprout out leaves and fruit. Yet, I must leave at the end of Summer.
As always, you amaze me.
You are a skilled writer, Tochi.
Happy new month.
May it bring you endless possibilities.
Thank you for sharing.
Amazing read! I really enjoyed this piece