I have spent too much of my life looking out windows, waiting.
Yet, I would give anything to stay up here in the clouds, nestled between the white and blue. My downward glance turned intentional. No longer staring at my feet, but at cities I have loved from afar. Truth is, I feel as distant in this window seat as I do on the bar stool next to you.
My favorite place in the world is in the transition home. The limbo between hello and goodbye. Where the movement is slow and patient and calm. Caught in suspension, you are weightless.