1:16am on the east coast, bus leaves at 5:45am for vermont, and
the packing, of my pack, has just ended. unexplored territory looms
on the horizon as with each morning in europe and the excitement bubbles over as i write.

this time, the pack is huge. in addition to clothes & books there
is a tent, a sleeping bag, a sleeping pad, and two big ole tarps.
there is actually a house on my back. superb.

in jersey school is done, bergen county is being developed rapidly,
trees fall like icicles in april while parking lots and houses of
leisure rise like piles of leaves in autumn, job was filled with
fun and learning, the bergen action network and the guang yang collective
approach summer as we usually do, armed gusto and sparks of madcap
creation, a wonderfully beautiful and intriguing woman kissed me
last night. i love going but i hate leaving.

so, in the next few hours ill be making some vegan cheese and tomatoe
sandwhiches for the bus, reading mist of avalon, and thinking about
adventures had and those to come. my heart goes out to everyone
aided by smiles, hugs, and kisses to express my love and fondess.

make this world anew, each day.