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Oceans of java
The caffeine courses through me
Yet still I crave sleep

The streets seem smaller,
cozier, more familiar.
Happy to be home.

There’s something I really enjoy about returning from a trip overseas. With every step from baggage claim to my car, I shed worries and thoughts of work, my steps growing lighter and more energetic. I climb behind the wheel and on my drive home notice sights and street signs I normally take for granted. Everything clamors for my attention but nothing distracts me from the thoughts of finally returning home.

I pull into my driveway and cannot wait to get inside the house and wrap myself in a warm cocoon of familiarity, hugs, and loving words. Every time I return is better than the last. It almost makes me want to leave again just to get the feeling of returning home. Almost, but not quite. For now, I’ll just enjoy myself and spend my time with those I care about most in this world.

While you’re reading this
I’m flying to Trinidad.
Haiku in the air!

Meetings are God’s way
of ensuring overtime.
(That, or the Devil’s.)

MLK Junior:
Schools honor you with time off.
My work? Not so much.

I hope all of you people who don’t have to work or attend school today enjoy your time off! As for me, it’s business as usual (literally)…

If the falling rain
was coffee instead, I still
wouldn’t have enough.