I forgot to mention, on the subject of looking forward, this one other thing.
The earth's edge.
A place where summer equals long sleeves, a slicker and fleece, and not for decoration, either.
A city where, days later, 90° qualifies as a "SUMMER HEAT WAVE BLASTING THROUGH!" Without a shred of irony.
A landscape, lit from within. The wild, raw pageantry of the Pacific. Greyscale skies. The forest electric. All that reckless, rampant green. This, this is what I mean when I say home.
We are here, now, and for a few days more. And I'm off again, to go drink up the last drops.