Nemesis. Be gone.

My anxiety level will be up. When I leave for France. On Saturday. Because I’ll be out of my usual element. For 15 days. Speaking relatively little French. Having to make this and that connection. Of course, I should look at travel. As a wonderful adventure. And I do. Most of the time. When losing myself. In precious moments. Often coming. Musing. Upon my return. To the safety of my cocoon. I’ll milk the sojourn. For months. Even years. Though I was only gone for days. I’m still living fantastic misadventures. From long, long ago. Impressions. Etched forever. In heart and soul. No more nemesis. No more anxiety. --Jim Broede