I'm back from Boston.
It was a glorious trip, filled with laughter and love. Perfect in so many ways.
I must say, I forgot how awful humidity is. And I'm looking forward to forgetting again.
It's always a little bit difficult going from one home to another, because there's the excitement of returning to one, and the sorrow of leaving the other; these feelings are often irreconcilable. There's so much good in both places, and they are polar opposites.
Luckily I didn't get stuck overnight in Minneapolis this time, but I did get stuck in window seats. Somehow sitting in the aisle seats helps me feel far less claustrophobic, but I decided to embrace my situation and enjoy the rare view.
The people sitting next to me probably thought I was ridiculous, taking so many photos out of a dirty airplane window. I just couldn't get enough of that deep rich blue and the white line at the horizon.
Finally, back to the mountains...