from the air

The newspoetry laptop was carefully examined and X-rayed. Arriving two hours early at Willard gave me time to really contemplate the enormous Larry Kanfer print of barns in the snow while I enjoyed a club sandwich and tried to ignore As The World Turns.

O'hare was sedate. As I walked past the security checkpoint I could see lines of people stretching away forever. A secuity agent with a wireless laptop lingered nearby.

The 3:11 from Chicago to San Fransisco was, eerily, about half empty. I was honestly delighted to have a row of seats to myself, and shifted to the window for the gentle touchdown over the bay at sunset, low clouds masking the Golden Gate. That a 757 can alight with such grace today is no small blessing.