I flew back into New Orleans last night after a quick jaunt to Boise, Idaho to see the parents, and it feels good to be home. I was way too tired to take the bike out yesterday, so I was especially excited to take Rhoda out for a quick spin. We didn’t ride far due to other plans involving a car, but riding around Uptown was a great reminder that I live in a beautiful place and that yes, I love riding bikes–just a couple pedals and I’m back in myself. I was riding down Seventh when I passed this empty lot. Filled with sunflowers. At the end of December. This is one of those common scenes in New Orleans where from one angle, it is a site of loss, but from another, a site of possibility and growth. Sometimes–like every other time I’ve passed this lot–we just don’t notice; our context tends to disappear as we get used to the view. I wish I’d had a bike and good weather to find some of the scenes in Boise. Next time. For now, it’s good to be home.