Somehow, we were passing the boundaries of language and finding clarity in shared thought, even if we were just talking about beer!

I’d learned so much from traveling to familiar places that I figured I’d learn twice as much by going to a place I knew nothing about.

There were signs everywhere but none that I could read or even hope to decipher. These multi-lined symbols unhinged my familiar world.

As the silence returned, I sat back and felt the tension ease away; I hadn’t even known I was tense. A few moments passed and once again the cycling fan laced in with the clanging chains and mixed with the rumbling mower and the buzzing insects.

I looked out again at the rising moon and I let the weight of my day, my week, lift away with the rushing wind as I was blown into the depths of myself.