Tribulation

Your foibles, quirks, and strangenesses. The words to use and the signs to read. The landscape seemed to reflect the peculiar differences.

Walking through island forests in solitude. Sat on the edge of the boat watching islands appear on the silver horizon like thin bruises.

My first balloon flight, at sunrise, in the thick ropes of mist. Pushing through the cloud in perfect silence and into an exploding golden dawn. Drifting down into a tawny field of fleeing kangaroos, our laughter a sudden moment of felt unity.