2022, Halfway Through (II)

A first crack at an epilogue at the end of the great American (Brazilian jiu-jitsu) road trip

As I write this, I’m on a rented couch in a terrace-level apartment in Marietta, Georgia. The apartment breaks out into the view of a tranquil pond, where you’ll find flocks of geese, Muscovy ducks, and — if you’re lucky — a mythically-sized pelican in the early break of dawn, before the humidity settles in and before the human noise perturbs the serenity on the water.