i donÔø‡t understand how it works (outside of the human necessity for pattern and analogy) but memory and place keep coinciding these days. new zealand was a land of ancient wisdom packed with variety - memory tells me that my experiences there were brief but powerful in depth. the pole was barren and desolate save for moments when small miracles of beauty were noticed and looking back i’m left with the wonder of intrigue intermixed with humdrum.
now, back in duluth visiting, i’m watching life move in time with the motion of superior, motioning in the waves of the lake’s icy waters. i’m not trying to be overly melodramatic, but life really does seems to be coming in waves these days - waves of nostalgia, waves of friendship, of love, of pain, and many other movements in the shadows of a former duluth life.