This is a...
Box filled with impressions from all her travels, but they've bounced around enough that now it's just a layer of dust on the bottom. -B. Andreas

Her umbrella was filled with rain she collected on her travels & on hot summer days she would open it up & it would smell of places we had never seen like Nairobi & Tasmania & we would sit on the porch till dusk & watch for tigers in the bushes. -B.A.

Am I nostalgic? A little bit. Planning a maybe Saturday trip to Shelburne Falls or the Beach or another unknown place in New England is not the same as sitting on a sweaty bus after a bustling night on the town with some of the best people you know, discussing Paul Farmer, traveling to Tibet, Traditional Indian Dance, Chinese women activists, and halted waterfalls, while looking out the window and seeing a Hindu communist parade, a line of mountains separating a township and a seaport, a sunset, a tiger, or a cow by the side of the road.
Nostalgic? Maybe. Enjoying the New England autumn air? Yes. Excited to see IHP tonight to the extent that I'm not doing my work? That's me.

Thank you Jack for introducing me to Mafikizolo. I'm thinking South Africa everytime I walk down the street.