a flight to chile

it's late night over here at the base camp home stead on 110th. bags are packed, tummies rumbling, hip hop on the speakers. that wide load bird is on its way to the nest, jfk, to meet me. a continent awaits, hush and hopefully asleep at this here hour. on my way, sleeping a dream through one gate and out another, chile.

love, health and safe journeys...