National Writing Project business leads me to distant, often exotic places, 3-4 times per year. Thus this evening I find myself in Berkeley, California, a block away from U. Of California in the fabled land of former hippiedom.

And the weather is gorgeous. So is the scenery, with the hills towering above the campus and the distant view of the Bay below. Back home, hard freeze warnings contrast with the temperate air of the Bay Area.

No matter how exotic and fair, though, I’m always pleased to print out boarding passes for tomorrow, knowing home is just a couple of connections to go.