11:22 a.m. I am in the airport. My flight leaves in an hour and I am sad. Puerto Rico is lovely and I enjoyed myself so much.
Last night I went to the fort at Old San Juan and sat out on a battlement on the wall. I'm sure during the day I would never have gotten away with sneaking in there, but here at night nobody was around to stop me. I could hear frogs, rustling sea grass, and the lapping of ocean waves all around me. From there I watched a spectacular fireworks display out over the bay. A melacholy mood overtook me. I was happy, but a little sad, too. As I sat there I couldn't help thinking about things I'd done, loved ones I'd been with on Fourths of July past. As the warm ocean breeze blew off the ocean I watched a bright blast of white light fill the sky and I wished I could bring this moment back with me. Back to Chicago. Back to my breakwall and my lighthouse on my beach. Back to real life.