May 19

I’ve been told I missed both days of misery, in Cleveland and in Chicago. I, for one, am thankful – cloudy weather has a habit of putting me to sleep, and I am already two red-eye flights behind on zzz’s. It seems such a small thing to marvel at travel, but I somehow still cannot wrap my mind around being in two different locations in the span of one day, much less with time differences. I napped on the way back and woke when we landed. My phone read thirty minutes earlier than our take-off time, and I was certain either the phone had gone wonky, or I had. I would fly forever if it meant I could stretch out my days.

look: Hans Hofmann, Laburnum
listen: Alain Ridout, Ferdinand, For Speaker and Violin
read: Jennifer Grotz, Late Summmer