Nautical twilight

The Breakthrough Dialogue came and went. With six plus nine hours of time changes lodged in my body, I was always the first to have breakfast in "Surfbird". One morning, lying in bed waiting for the day to break with an espresso in my hand, I read about the different kinds of twilight – astronomical, nautical, civil – before heading out into the thick Pacific mist with my running shoes on. My thighs still remind me that running up the Marin Headlands is something very different from circling Nydalasjön in Umeå.

And, as always, the road was there. The space in between. Any minute now, my SAS flight to Umeå will start boarding, wrapping up what has been a 23,574-mile journey around the world. Now, fortunately, many weeks on the ground in North Sweden await.

“We lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies” – Jack Kerouac