In about a month, I’ll take a domestic flight across the United States. From there, I will fly over the Atlantic Ocean, and through the round fish-eye window, be able to see choppy black waves beneath me. In about a month my feet will settle on the black lava rock of Terceira island. For the first time in three years, the scent of wildflowers and salty sea air will greet me.
And in about a month, I will be in paradise again.