Pembroke College Old Library
I sit here waiting… boarding in 5 minutes, gate 73a keeps flashing a later and later departure time at me. SFO, staring at United planes and grey-purple fog wrapping tightly over South San Francisco like bloated saran wrap. Going through security at the airport it actually hit me… I’ve been telling myself about my impending 6 week travel plan and planning projects and places to stay and work for this trip for months. But it was only standing in that line, with the familiar airport neck ache from my backpack, that I realized I am ‘Traveler’ again. An old name new again and a little dusty from lack of use this year.
I’ve been thinking about the places I’m heading and where — Sh**t. They just delayed my flight another 1.5 hours. Thoughts of missing my second (unconnected) flight in Philly percolating to the surface. Suddenly my safe 4.5 hour layover time seems tiny against the torrent of rain half way across the country holding me hostage over here. …I’ve been thinking about the places I’m planned to head that I’ve spent so much time in before, and how, well, splendorous some of those long, carefree nights were. Here is a good night with friends in Cambridge, an alternate reality took hold of us and transported as if — hahah, as if ‘Midnight in Paris’ wasn’t such a crazy or comical thing after all!
…I put up this one photo in a rush to share at least something today, but at this rate, you might soon get to see the whole set…
(ps – this photo shines large, why don’t-ya give it a little click..)