Here I am in Antalaha where I've just celebrated Thanksgiving with new and old friends. I had been working out in the forest for two weeks, installing a new monitoring program for a reforestation project. I hiked 17 hours over two days to get to Antalaha - my old banking town. It is really nice to be back, although I think I need to head back home tomorrow and I am not really quite yet looking forward to the walk.
I took the GRE at the end of October. I hope I did well. I have also applied to graduate school and eagerly await a reply - hopefully by February. Other details of the past few months are relatively difficult to retrieve, so I will leave you all with a poem that I wrote in the forest.
There are shrouds of low clouds
hanging like the slow scent of a bad memory.
The sun's ethereal fingers tear open
the bowels of the sky
a Blue as Red as blood -
the siren song of our collective knowing.
A color as sweet as honey.
And I have hope again.
As for hope, I hope all of you are well. Another update will be due in January or so, the next time I know for sure that I will have internet.
Until then, with love