I am at my favorite place on Earth, Yangshuo.

Planned this visit for 6 years.

The slow tick of raft poles on rafts is the only sound

Aside from ripples in river Li.

It rains slowly,

time to be outside, writing.

It’s only 14 or 15°C, not cold here near Viet Nam.

Here I may escape the clutches of my disabiiity.

Fun for a rainy day.

The jaunty peaks bring me joy

And remind me how much sleep I lost 

Preparing for this trip.

I sleep zombie-like

Waking at 08:30

But not with the feeling someone lit a fire under me

three hours ago

It’s the perfect break between conferences.