“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.”

Junot Diaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

I sit on the lawn overlooking Waterfall Bay in Hong Kong, wind chimes sounding inside the sporadic whoosh of the warm wet wind blowing off the fecund tropical trees here in Hong Kong, my feet curled atop the stubby grass, my third cup of coffee in my hand, the ever friendly and attentive Sal, my friend Steve's chocolate Lab circling me the same way my thoughts circle now around this place, my place, where I am.