Sitting in Miami airport. This section hasn't been remodeled yet and thus it reminds me of 1980 when I traveled back and forth to South Africa with my parents. A big messy sprawl of people with no sense or organization. The television behind me fights with the gate announcements and people talking. And getting here from our arrival gate wound us through a maze of walkways, escalators, doorways and trains that would make the deathstar proud.
But now we're here and our flight is about to board. Lila is exploring the seats, floor and her drawings with he magnifying glass, a present from my parents and a great compact travel activity. I didn't really want to leave. I'm tired of traveling, moving, resettling. For me, staying in one place, doing the same things and knowing my way around is more interesting these days. It made closing the door at our rented place in Atlanta difficult. Moreso than any closed door before.
Right before we left, a cardinal flew into the house. My first thought? "Bye." but of course, we used a towel to capture it as the poor thing fluttered and squawked at windows, getting caught in the blinds. We took it to the door, lifted our hands to the air and opened the towel. It was beautiful watching its red feathers disappear into the orange autumn leaves and blue sky.