“Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.”― Ibn Battuta
From time to time, I’ll be sharing stories from my travels. They will be a collection of “postcards” from the road. Unlike my other work, these posts will not be essays. Rather, they will be un-edited on-the-go reflections made while staring out car windows, waiting in airport terminals, or enjoying a meal of new and exciting flavors. I hope you enjoy this slight detour in our journey together!
Nostalgia billowed from the container
as I lifted the lid.
The acrid smell of decomposing memories
invaded my nostrils
sending me through
a thousand memories at once.
I picked up a stack of papers
to see if anything inside was
still living.
Flipping through harmless magazines
and outdated medical bills,
I was confronted with the distinct handwriting
of my father.
The force of his memory
knocked me back several steps
and I snapped the lid shut.
The plumes of his extinguished life –
our life –
contained.
“Another time.” I tell myself.
“Another year.” I croon.
“We’ll try again. Next time.”
