Sunday night late, my plane touched down in Casper, WY. At baggage claim I ran into a number of old friends. One asked, “Is it good to be home? Or here? Or whatever you call this place?”
I explained, “When ever anyone asked me where I am from, I say, ‘I currently live in Baltimore, but I am from Wyoming.”
It is so good to be here.
My family (all of which will be home by Friday).
Dinner last night with good friends.
20 degree weather that is crisp, and clean. Nothing like the bone chilling cold of the East Cost. At 20 the only reason I needed gloves was to hold the even colder steering wheel. It is 20 degrees and it didn’t matter that my jacket has lost all of its buttons.
Fresh dusting of snow.
Antelope grazing in the field.
Something in my chest clenching in the open space.
Sunsets that stretch all the way around the horizon.
Stars that you can see right in front of you.

Posted in Friends/family | Comments Off