snapshots in transit

 I started writing this while waiting (on a layover) at a DFW boarding gate where it was warmer than what I'm accustomed to. The PHL skyline surely lifted my mood despite the tiredness. The flight on the way here was very far from ideal--it was dense, stuffy, constricting. 

(I paused for a few days here)

I'm back from bereavement, reunions, and traveling between eastern and pacific time--south of the border. An assortment of emotions were felt; majority revolving around the melancholy and bittersweet. Happy to report that I started and finished James Rollins's The Crucible during this trip. Also, my eyes feasted on scenery and my gustatory sense delighted on new fare including coffee.

This is an instance when I relearned that a lifetime is brief and that we are all transients. That all the little moments of our daily lives matter.