Music, At Last, Arrival

(Did anyone else do a double-take at the sight of two 3BTs on the same day? I guess this is what happens when you bend the fabric of time and re-live a day in a different place.)

1. We open the windows, filling our condo unit with the music of a garden waterfall nearby.

2. The release from physical agony to deep, dreamless sleep after 36 hours of travel.

3. Waking up to the voices of my in-laws bustling through the front door. It’s good to be together again.