That state

I'm traveling again. Mornings too early, breathtaking sunrise when stepping out of the shower on the 29th floor, a brisk walk down the street, elevator silence, meetings, a dash out to the street for coffee or lunch, more meetings, catching a sunset, or missing it altogether, stepping out on the street again and it's dark.

To the hotel, out of the suit and into something loose.

A brisk walk around the harbor with no particular place to go. Sidestepping beggars with a smile. Offering eye contact then regretting it. Avoiding dark streets. Past sleepy construction sites.

Air and sidewalk cracks never felt so good. The harbor is flat, sails furled and lights dim in the marina. No birds or sun or wind — just quiet. I'll do it again tomorrow.