My mind is not here today, it is somewhere in the future, a few years down the road, I do not see myself older than 50. I am walking down a path in Karrakatta Cemetery with a bouquet in my hand. Looking for the spot.
It will be a long trip for sure, about 30 hours, not couting layovers. I will still be in a jet lag fog and the sounds around me will make me jump. That last cup of coffee didn't help that much.
And my right eye will tear first. It always does.