Thunderbird

Back home...
blue skies and warm air greeted me.

My one week ended up feeling like more than just that. Einstein´s theory is quite true.
I came back to the office and for most, it felt like just another seven days flying back, nothing new.
for me it was a collection of so many things.

Last night I was on Ocean Drive, enjoying the perfection that Americans acheive when they set their minds to a goal. Perfect lighting, incredible cars, stunning human forms. Ah, and warm ocean breeze.

The Atlantic differs in that from the Pacific. The warmth of the water. I didn´t smell the scent of rotting palm fronds that used to remind me of Ormond Beach, and Daytona, but then again, they probably eliminate that on South Beach.

24 hours door to door. Ouch. Went from my Lincoln Town Car taxi with Punjabi driver to a tiny Renault sedan. Small differences.

Kishka was a dirty little hairball. But she ran right to me when I called her.
Must remind myself to give her some discipline. She can´t keep up that uncleanliness.