gearing up

it's beginning.  the last minute details, the butterflies in my belly, the wondering if i've lost my mind, again.  i mean, really, leaving bozeman now?  just as summer has begun?  surely better decisions have been made.  how does one just walk away from these blooming lilacs and one of a kind rocky mountain sunsets, the ireland-green foothills flanking the still snow covered peaks and the sun-tanned, happy wonderful folks of my community?

well, i guess africa just holds that kind of power, now doesn't it?