exploring & escapades

Remember, remember, the fifth of November. Guy Fawkes Night in Cambridge at Midsummer Common. Originally, I had hoped to take in the fireworks with friends, but unfortunately, no one was available. And then, I decided to go anyways, by myself. It was such a magical night – crisp air, a coming-and-going light rain, misty, the crowds. I meandered my way through it all, alone, absorbing it all, realizing that here I am, in England, far, far away. Fireworks in the sky can make you feel wonderfully small.

I wandered home a different way and stumbled across a Dunkin Donuts. Normally, even at home, I would never go there. But that smallness drew me in. I was looking for anything to connect to home. To that other universe.