i throw some stuff into a bag, i always travel light but this morning i'm a featherweight. sarongs are the flavor of the day, i'm shredding and letting go and my body is changing once more, less sluggish, more swift and agile, getting some energy back in my bones. the waves this morning are minor, not much happening down there as sun penetrates the dawn. all my dreams and hopes burn away in its haze, i look to the photon skyway as a path appears out from nowhere and figure i may just hitch a ride with the gods of change. time to just let everything go. i guess i know it's time. i found my zen again.