While I ponder life since Florida, I am—with a small burst of melancholy—putting up my last photos of Florida. There is a lingering combination of unrest and pleasure connec
ted to invading the lives of strangers (to me, not Andre), sharing some personal history and good times, and then exiting—quite possibly forever. With the faces for which one felt a growing affection still clear in mind. No, heart. Yet the miles bring us closer to Jeanie and Bob. A full heart traveling busy highways. Thank you, Michael and Yvonne.