Somewhere in Vancouver, my friend Lou is in his home. He’s probably fast asleep as I type. Maybe he’s tapping at his keyboard, writing out those words of his I find so absorbing.
Somewhere in Africa, Kate is tracking elephants. Maybe she’s at her lab, analyzing data. I don’t know. I don’t know the time difference between here and Tanzania.
Somewhere in New York, or maybe California, I don’t know where he is right now, Ian is sending good thoughts to his loved ones.
Somewhere in Yunnan China, a little old lady gets ready to take her daily afternoon walk.
Somewhere in Long Lellang, the folks I haven’t seen for so long are hard at work in the farm. It’s another couple of hours before the day winds down for them and they head home.
And right here, right now, as all these people are doing their thing, here I am, sitting at my desk, thinking about all the parallels and possibilities that this little mind can possibly conceive of.
Photo: This little old lady takes a daily walk every afternoon. She is of the Naxi people in Yunnan, China. I didn’t ask her, but I guess her age to be a 100, judging from other little old ladies I have met and asked in that area of Yunnan. I wonder how many great-great-great grandchildren she has. I wish I had had the time to talk to her and hear her stories.
