Exhaustion, Asheville and lingering sweetness

Three weeks on the road and I want to say I'm exhausted but that doesn't quit give justice to my current state for need of rest and inability to do so. After 7 days in Asheville, NC I departed at 7 am this morning making my way to what one might refer to as a "real" city, Washington, DC. And as per usual my obsession with sentimental feelings takes over as I say my farewells. Asheville, a simple city in many ways, filled with artist, rednecks, New Yorkers disguised as hippies, the chess obsessed and some of the most lovable homeless folk that you will ever cross paths with (yes, I say "folk" now and "ya'll", so get used to it... ya'll;). A city surrounded by mighty mountains which appear to hold this youthful dwelling perfectly in place. On my last night in town I was found, sitting on a park bench in the center of town. I sat as if I had sat there the greater part of my life, as if the history of this epicenter was just as much mine as those who have occupied it for generations. For this is how they want it and when invited wether formal or not to relax, have a seat, just be yourself, how can one resist the offering. An invitation made without words, I reflect on the depth of its importance. I sat for hours that seemed like seconds. My company consisted of 3 souls, all needing this moment just as much as the other. Our stories, as different as strawberries and apples, we rejoiced in the juice of eachothers sweetness. And so I walked away from this simple city with home in my heart and sweetness from this encounter lingering in the ethers. And I say tata for now Asheville, unlike other cities I've visited thusfar I know one day our paths will cross again.