Monday, October 11, 2010

Summers never last too long

October 10, 9:01, 31 degrees. I'm driving back from the airport, from putting my husband on a plane.

Still remembering the five swans flying overhead in the late evening sun, with a duck trying to ride their slipstream. The flew over the marsh, heading toward a resting spot as they gather for going south.

Got to leave, got to go, got to fly...

I love Alaska, but half my heart just left, and I'm following him - because curled up into his side, muttering snarky remarks as he smiles calmly, is home no matter where the terrain.

One wing left, a few engine issues, and I'm gone.

1 comment:

Jenny said...

sorry I missed y'all this weekend. Hope all went well.

Anything you need to get off quick?