Welcome home
September 8, 2009We rounded the curve hugging the fissured land. A plume rose above the nascent city.
I handed her my camera. “Take a picture so I always remember my first view of it.”
As we left the highway, the plume tossed fistfuls of dust onto my windshield. I could already taste particulate between my teeth, could see it settle on the dashboard, even with the windows closed. It replaced any flavor of fear I carried, for finally, here was territory as weatherbeaten, as windswept, as open to possibility as my heart.
100 Proof 
I am so looking forward to reading the next few stories. It will be so interesting to read your words as they capture what my eyes saw.
Fatemeh, the hardest thing, I’m finding, is sorting all the threads from each other. Each of the stories is so woven to the other…but I’m looking forward to the untangling and the writing.