I am in the lounge at the Newark airport, slowly sipping cold water; teetotalers have ordained that it is too early for wine or drink, probably. Off to Peru for a very brief business trip, my luggage is packed neatly with two suits. There will be much running and rushing to and fro this summer, with my various projects, exhilarating and exhausting. Experience is grand, however, a uniform of a plain white blouse, tattered and well worn denim, a landscape of a lonely beach or a wooden dock housing various boats, would be very welcome as well.
(image taken from Denimology)