Sparks and someday-dreams, kept in one pocket — never counted, never erased. The best get promoted to the map.
A Houston range gives lessons — an afternoon of arrows some free weekend.
Highway 1 in a convertible — Big Sur cliffs, the arc of Bixby Bridge, the hidden cove of McWay Falls. Someday this one sails onto the map.
Not a visit — a stay. A few weeks in one Italian city: the same café each morning, the language softening on the tongue, centuries of history outside the door.