Finally pushed the goods out to my comrades. Getting work done. Self assignments, trailing obligations, lingering desires, fleeting pursuits of accomplishment (one of the more evaporative emotions).
But if I recall correctly one of the wonderful professors liked this particular shot. One of those “hey that’s really quite nice” moments that, though generally but a small and kind gesture, propel me to new heights. Such invigorating words.
In the middle of nowhere in the middle of the Caribbean, our palace-in-the-sky of a tourbus meddling through the Cuban countryside. American observers within, donning woven straw hats and assuming the position of Le Penseur.