SENA isn't about a loafer; it's about the way one walks.

It's found in the conversation when sitting across a candle lit dinner with a new friend, or chasing down a train the morning after.

It's the sun skimming the top of storm clouds on a twelve hour flight, or the rain hitting a tin roof in the streets of Vietnam.

It's loving someone entirely, only to become strangers a season later.

It's the advice asked when things aren't going well, and the empathetic ears lended to you.

It's about loss, and inevitable change.

It's the smell of a foreign fields, and the taste of distant oceans.

It's when your home has 4 wheels, a handle, and can fit in the cabin overhead.

It's about chasing, and realizing that that chase has no end.

And it's that right there, those little moments in-between, in where SENA lies.

Until the sun burns out.