up and away

Slow crawl to work. Everything moved at a speed worthy of a broken record. [Remember how you could listen to a 45 RPM at 33 ?]

But, the sun is out, class is done, boarding pass is in my hand, suitcase -- oh, it's somewhere, in Ed's car waiting to meet up with me at the airport. And flights to one of my two favorite cities on the east coast.

And there, I shall eat. Because in winter, this is what you do: you contemplate the marvels of art and food. And send good vibes to the seeds that will bring forth a new season of bounty. Soon.

I'm dizzy with the possibilities.