Travel.

Last time I traveled, it was during a miserable, cold December. It's not exactly warm right now, but it's not freezing, either. The grey skies seem to suit my current mood. I was dreading the trip--Annika has suddenly taken to telling me that she doesn't want me to go away. I feel really guilty.

At least my trip yesterday wasn't too bad. I saw the most beautiful full moon from the plane and I wondered if anyone could be appreciating it as much as I was at that moment.

I'm in Virginia. I am reminded of the kindness and gentility that was so familiar during my college years. I appreciate the friendliness of the convenience store employees and patrons who make absolutely certain I know which way to go to find my hotel. I have a giggle at seeing no fewer than three men in the airport in madras plaid golf shorts.

I'm working hard this week and I have little time to think about anything beyond those details, but somehow it makes me feel a little less overwhelmed to remember my drive to the hotel--Peter Frampton's "Baby I Love Your Way" on the radio and the full moon lighting the road.