At 3:30 this morning, the seldom used bathroom scale proclaimed my weight to be a precise 129.4 pounds. Leaving town before the sun came up, the neighborhood gas station was announcing gallons of unleaded for $1.89. En route to the airport, I was further struck by the realization that I will have aged up another year by the time I return home to the house in the woods.

My age, my weight and the certain set of numbers illuminated along the highway–largely meaningless. However, these figures are the ones I take note of, the quantifiers I cling to, on this Day One. I’m building my portrait of “before,” attempting to trace the outlines, for I’m fully aware that the “after” has the honest potential to leave on significantly changed.

This will be a journey.
A process.
An adventure.
And we’re now 2 hours and 20 minutes from touchdown.

-K