So I was in Wichita.
For four days. I got back to my apartment about four hours ago.
Things that happened: an incomplete list:
1. A pretty great cab ride on my way to the airport.
2. Coffee at Mead’s Corner (x1000) (Seriously stopped there a bunch of times)
3. THE BEST HUGS OH MY GOODNESS
5. Stargazing on the bed of a truck parked along a train track 30 minutes out of town. Love and stuff.
6. I had a steak. It was delicious. (Prayers were said.)
7. I had a burger. It was all right. (Prayers were said.)
8. I had a root beer float. It was quite special. (Prayers were said for different reasons.)
9. A planned-on-social-media real-life gathering.
10. Lunches and coffees and backyard get-togethers with poets and friends and former coworkers.
11. An open-mic poetry thing (in which I, at the not-quite-last minute, decided to participate) that turned into a hang-out-till-4a.m. thing that included baking cookies, sing-alongs, a collaborative poem (you write three lines and then you write three lines, etc…), cuddling, a guitar, eating the cookies that were baked, conversations about whole-selfness and about connectivity.
12. The Anchor.
13. Watching Buffy until 2 a.m. curled up with a dog at a friend’s.
14. Tomato bisque at Watermark Books. (Also a coffee drink called Three Sisters, x2)
15. Couch confessional time.
16. Very little sleep.
17. The hugs, though. Oh, and a few really good reminders and remembrances.