hotel lobby waterfall

I swear I’m in the lobby …

Today I love the big city, the sprawling size, the completeness of the mixture of so many cultures and styles and people, the opportunities to immerse myself in it all or float above and observe. I love taking the long, slow way into town, our way of defining how we will interact with our surrounding while we’re here, carefully and attentively enjoying all that we can take in rather than getting on as freeway and injecting ourselves, unprepared into a place that never saw us coming until we were dumped out onto the streets from some numbered controlled exit. I love that I’m right at city hall, or at least across the street from both the old and new city halls and I remember, vaguely, both of them. I love that there is a waterfall in the lobby, or at least there’s one in an outdoor courtyard that is surrounded by the lobby. I love that I have explored all this before and that some of it will be familiar to me yet may beckon me to “come see again” and I love that there are things I haven’t seen, new things, or things I missed last year, and I will be looking for them as well because they too beckon to me.

Today I still love that I have resigned myself to not seeing everything in this world and in this life, but I have embraced my plan to see as much as I can of this world and this life as is humanly possible to do. I love that being adventurous seems to be contagious and that is a great thing. I love that I can impart the desire to adventure to others and I vow to continue to make the effort to do that with whomever I meet.

Today I love revolving doors. I love big architecture. I love the satellite view on Google maps. I love discovering things in funky corners. I love street vendors hawking their wares. I love that I have plans to walk around this town and find fun food and great things to photograph. I love that I am so exhausted from getting up so early that I can’t stop yawning and yet my mind will not let me rest. I love hotel lobbies where so many people from so many places and walks of life pass by as I sit and write.

Today I love drinking the last of my coffee from on the road and pondering how good it feels to be where I was heading to.