A friend from a long way away came for a visit. It all started with an early (like 4am early) saturday. We drove to the greyhound bus station. It was my first time at detroit. There was a marathon going on and i got excited by the crowd. Mom and Dad were unimpressed by the traffic that resulted. I met PS for the first time. I can smell her journey. All the people she met, the different airports she transited at.
PS stayed for a short 3 days. But everyday, she broughy back a new wave of smells. We went kayaking together. I know they visited an antique place, went shopping and had good food. On the last day, they carved a pumpkin. Mom says that pumpkin is not to be eaten. I wonder why. Seems such a waste, i would totally eat it.