Bike, bus, train, and foot
I left before dawn, under the light of the full-moon-in-Virgo. I have long ago learned that showing up, bearing witness, being part of the flow and face of humanity, with a smile or a door-hold or a conversation that says, in essence, “I see you. I know you exist,” matters in this tired, painful world. And so it was that I traveled on bike, bus, train, and foot to two prominent destinations under threat of severe storm warnings with winds that upturned my umbrella and whipped my hair into a frappucino. And I tried.