So here I sat where I am and was thinking

So here I sit... Actually, no, I'm not. I was, so let's start over.

So here I sat.

It is very seldom that I will tell you where I am when I am actually there. It's not that I don't trust you. It's that I don't trust the other readers (don't tell them) because advertising when you are away on the internet is blah blah blah newsarticlelinksyou'vehearditallbefore.

So here I sat a few days ago before you read this with the door to my tiny balcony open taking in the freshest air I've breathed in ages, blowing the blood from my un-acclimated sinuses.

Fun fact for non-Floridian readers - Floridian noses are not like other noses.

Like Kevin Costner's character in Waterworld our noses are able to process water and extract the life force from it. Our air is made of oxygen infused swamp soup. When Floridians leave Florida our noses are not sure what to do with all of the breathable air. The lack of humidity makes our fuel mixture run rich, like an un-calibrated carburetor, the Floridian's natural moisture scrubbing gill like nose hairs dry and bleed and we must resort to running the shower on full steam while we sleep so we don't die of overexposure!



Each city I've visited has it's own soundprint. Yes, the ambient street noise is largely the same everywhere. But there are tiny nuances depending on where you sit.

I'm was listening to Vancouver at the moment and I can hear skateboards rumbling on the sidewalk, barges powering through the river, seagulls, and a rowing team spotter calling from the front of the boat.


Well, that's all for then,
Austin