Well, here I am in Mississippi, finally back in America.
I first realised I was here when I woke at five this morning to a cacophony of distantly familiar birds and the air sticky on my skin. It’s not hot and the sky is a solid white, but we’ve been working all day and haven’t been outside yet. My eyes are heavy with jetlag and I’m looking forward to some humid air and the taste from the warm smell of roast Mom’s cooking. Candied yams this evening. And I’m back!