January 12: Air travel

A friend from home was flying back from Miami the same day we were (we had dinner with him last night, in fact). He flew out at 7:00 a.m. and went through New York. We flew out at 10:30 a.m. and had a layover in lovely Newark. Yet somehow, we all ended up meeting our baggage in Portland at 4:00 p.m. Ah, the joys and vagaries of air travel.

He left hours before us
and yet here we all are, home,
at baggage claim.

January 5: In the airport

This is what forever feels like:

full sun streaming in,

plane delayed yet again.

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