Arrivederci Taormina

Sometimes when I leave a place, I get a feeling that I should stay, not go at all, an almost overwhelming reluctance to move away from the comfort and, I guess, safety of the known for the unknown. It happened even when I was traveling to a familiar place, say a couple weeks’ vacation at a place I’d been before - and knowing I would return shortly. Lately, I haven’t been experiencing it quite to the depth I had before. Maybe it’s because I’m less attached to any one particular place, or I have set my mind to ever move forward. Either way, as I woke this morning and packed up and cleaned up, the feeling of staying was so fleeting as to barely register. Maybe it's the pull forward? Maybe it's knowing nothing is waiting for me at "home" wherever that is? Maybe it's the anticipation of a comfortable plane ride, since I went all out and booked business class for the long leg? Heck, I lived well within my budget for 2021, only spending 70% of my allotted funds. I can let myself live a little, right?

Anyhoo, yesterday I finally snapped the photo of a Kodak sign I’d been eyeballing for a few weeks. It piques my sense of time to have a  40? 50? year old sign for an essentially dead technology mounted on a building likely to be twenty times older. Here also is a photo of the last Sicilian sunrise I expect to see. It was a good one - finally a sunny day. Fun coincidence that the songs  Don’t Look Back by Boston and Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by Fleetwood Mac both played this morning - "Tomorrow" playing just as I began to type. Good advice, indeed. Onward.