I'm happy to be back, and I was more moved to see the sun rising over the coast around Marseille than I was to leave Mayotte. It felt like a homecoming. Rare for me.
The most beautiful thing I saw during the flight was when we first flew into view of the Mediterranean around Banghazi, Libya. The moon was full, or so close to it that I couldn't tell the difference, and down below, a lit-up city in the form of the Eye of Horus. A golden pathway of moonlight on the water brought to mind a poem by Rimbaud, which I have in a box of books from Sancerre. A passionate, exuberant stranger gave the book to me one night in Paris. So many symbols and memories and beauty converging as we flew toward a new life. A beautiful moment for the spirit as well as the eyes.
I could go on, but there are things to get done.
Thanks for all the comments of well wishes.