@bytes

i find myself this morning at bytes cafe after many months. can barely recall the last time, but the months have made no difference. as i walked into packard and was hit by the all-too-familiar fragrance of coffee brewing, i was filled with the joy of coming back home. it is nice that, when there is a connection, the home-ness finds itself intact. a sense of timelessness seeps in. it is as though you had a dream, and in your dream you traveled the world, scaled the oceans, lived your life, but then woke up to find yourself in the same familiar surroundings you've always loved. i am reminded of this quote by coleridge i first discovered in college and loved instantly (yet another homecoming):

What if you slept? And what if in your sleep you dreamed? And what if in your dream you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?