has me weary, weak at knees-those perfect pivots of the
--you turn around right now, or not--
it's only just the weather, the unknown of what's behind that horizon line
fear of flying away
The photographs are all shots from the same trip last year,
without the imminent storm, and with a perfect take off, wonderful visit
and perfect landing. The only glich was that there was a two hour delay
in getting transport back to the city. Time for meditation and sleep.