*Arriving at my home airport. Riding the fast moving train. Finding my check in intact. Then out into the cold:precipitation action obsecures parts of the mountains and dances over the plains. The ride home in the car, the last integral of a happy trip.
*The day after, I muse about people I met.
*And now a head cold. An excuse to wrap myself in shawls, drink hot tea, not eat, and watch old movies.