My Eyes, My Eyes, My Eyes

Made it home safely late last night to the damp, sea-fresh air of Seattle. A bittersweet comfort of being in my own bed snuggled closely with my kitty. Dreamed of more good times in NYC and Paris as if my mind was refusing to leave. Spending today in withdrawals from friends and croissants and trying to make sense of the 900 pics I took. Photos and good things to come, until then you can gaze at Adams pictures and daydream to Megans words here and here respectively.