Japan

An Unexpected Detour

A colleague of mine just returned from Japan and his photos evoked my dormant memories. So I shall take an unexpected detour and share how I helped* a stranger come out of his closet in front of his girlfriend.

*a friend asked what inappropriate things I did to get him out of the closet. Lol, I just asked a few raw, sincere, uncomfortable questions.

Sorry, dear readers. I emailed the aforementioned fellow traveler to get his permission to share the story, but... unfortunately, he asked me not to post it. I respect his wishes.

So I shall tell you a not-as-fun story of the recent pilgrimage I took here in San Diego.

San Diego

After writing all morning at Panera, I felt a sudden urge to embark on a mini pilgrimage.

So I went home, took a shower, and began a three-mile expedition to see the Pacific Ocean.

I endured the balmy 73-degree San Diego weather.

Trudged through the scorching desert

Traversed the forests of wild flowers.

Encountered many charming houses and faced the unforgiving cool Pacific Ocean breeze.

I finally arrived!

The walk was quite pleasant; I am just borrowing a few phrases from the movie, Shrek 2.

I found no gender-confused wolf at the beach, but

found this doggo.

But more importantly, I met The Ocean Dweller*, Natalie.

Natalie gazed mournfully at the ocean and her presence emanated indescribable pathos. My first thought was someone close to her died.