Chickies Rock County Park PA

After leaving my grandmother I stopped at the Susquehanna River for the sunset. Here I went exploring a bit, played my violin and chatted with a couple people.

One was a mid twenties man studying for a nursing program who enjoyed my music and started a chat. From Iraq originally it was very cool to hear his persepctive on some of the idiosyncrasies of US culture. And he was sweet.

At sunset I tried to play my violin but it was too darn cold. I didn't play much. But a man with his dog listening was interested in the vanlife and had plans for it so we chatted a bit.

I had strong urges to come out to people. To tell them what I am. But I did not. It never was truly relevant to the conversation, and if so, only in a tertiary way. I am not entirely sure why I still feel the urge to tell people all the time.