In the dead of night, when it’s just me and the frogs and the critters that feel safest in low light, everything seems clearer. Last night I realized the importance of distance. Perspective. I am taking my new project back to its roots and making it really mine. Sometimes I feel I am a person without a real place to call home. Not that I don’t have a lovely roof over my head. But I am an exile. An expat. I think the place that roots me just doesn’t exist anymore and I intend to bring it back, if only on the page.