Miami

Just passing through the airport, which is as I remember it from a decade ago. There’s some restructuring but the only change I see is the in the security controls – queues and queues – and in the general comportment of the people.

A short summer shower broke as we took off; the tail of the great storms drowning the Mid West. Rising fast through the clouds the plane created its own rainbow, strong, bright and, as always, just out of reach.

Another long trip, another attempt to sleep to recover from the deprivation of the night before.