This last trip "home" was very short: a mere sixteen days, but time enough for at least one impression every 24 hours:
Out of sight, out of mind.
Out of place, out of time.
Out of rhythm, out of tune.
Out of bounds and not too soon.
Out of power, out of gas.
Out of hope that couldn't last.
Out of money, out of funds.
Out of luck that never comes.
Out of give, out of take.
Out of sleep but not awake.
Out of up, out of down.
Out of square, out of round.
Out of happy, out of sad.
Out of angry, not out of mad.
Out of thinking, out of thoughts.
But with ideals that can't be bought.
OK, it's not a travelogue, but it's not supposed to be.
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