Heading Out

  I’m getting ready to head out again. Before a trip I alternate between being anxious to see friends and being alone and thoughtful. I try to see lots of people and store up tiny moments to carry around with me in strange places. But tonight I am alone and I am quiet, dreaming a bit, wishing a bit, remembering the people I’ve met. Remembering the last time I was in Kigeme refugee camp and that Congolese family laughed down at me when when I asked to take their picture. I laughed, too. It is absurd after all to try…