Well, if my brother can do this, then so can I.

Actually, I think I finally understand why Robin is so enamored with the idea of putting his experiences down on paper. For the first time in my life, I find myself looking ahead to the future instead of backward to the past and his words resonate inside my ears the more I look to the horizon and see the things to come. “I wish I would have jotted this down while it was happening,” Robin has said to me. “I would have loved to have captured the moment like a snapshot.”

Sadly, I have no reflection for photographs.

I imagine that sounds odd to hear somebody lament, but it is an honest matter of frustration for me. With everything I know is going to transpire in the weeks, months, and years to come, I wish I could pull out a camera and ask some tourist to snap a photo of Victor and I in whatever locale we happen to be at the time. I would only be a ghost in the picture, though, and would only become more vexed at this peculiarity within my bloodline that forbids me from having a reflection.

But I have words with which to capture my experiences. So, consider these my photographs and postcards.

Victor and I left San Francisco the other night and landed in Las Vegas, Nevada, where we are right now. While this is the commencement of the journey, it is merely a place we are sojourning while we tie up loose ends. From here, the globe becomes our playground and where we roam is wherever we desire to be. I become more and more excited for the things to come the more I consider tomorrow and each day from this point forth. Love truly is a wonder and having another soul to share such experiences a blessing and a gift this immortal poet never fancied he would receive.

So, with this first pen stroke on a fresh journal, I say…

“… It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me… and I’m feeling good…”

Peter

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