at home at airports or am i at home because i'm with you at ...

the indifference of sunrise and sunset, an equatorial resemblance between a beginning and an end

i've never felt relaxed until today

wood under your bare feet, soft and smooth like the passage of time

late night drinks at a club hidden inside a 7/11

hot and humid, with gray skies: enough to make you prespire without lingering discomfort

gardens inside hotels and hotels inside gardens

I woke to a light breeze from the overhead fan on my cheeks, as Beach House played gently at 3AM from your bluetooth speakers

a walk back through the trees past the local karaoke bar

layovers laying in your arms across chairs where our memories can be left for thousands more to feel