Day Ninety-Two


I am in Milan. It is the night before the Salone design week, the streets still seem quiet. It feels spring here -  young green leaves,  the warm air, the sidewalk tables and sockless sneakers. I am not able to sleep. My body clock is telling me something I do not quite understand. It is like this every time I travel and I do not ever learn. It is great to see familiar faces in a familiar place. The twin bed feels awfully comfortable tonight.