The bones of this piece began in Lisbon while I was working through jet lag. And here’s the thing about jet lag. I don’t really mind it. It gets me up insanely early, before the streets and people awaken. I can just sit by a window and watch how the sun lightens the sky and plays between the buildings. Morning light is different in every city.

Sometimes, in these quiet moments, a few words will find me.

Read “Lactic Acid”