Elton John, “Daniel,” plays in my ears, a random and surprising song to hear now, here. It compliments, somehow being both odd and comfortable. A familiarity washing on the shores of completely new surroundings and circumstances- I’m on the move but waiting, in that strange milieu most people tend to hate, or, at least, face with impatience. Buenos Aires, for an instant, and on to the next foreign place in a few hours. I find extravagant possibility in the in-between, where my feet aren’t planted anywhere, having places to go but no ability to go there and, still, knowing I will. Sitting motionless while movement is imminent. It’s like an extended sneeze caught in the nose- tickling and buzzing, impending release held back but due. Expectant and delayed. Yes, swaying in transition again…