A Year of Morning Thanks
When it all works
Yesterday, in Sea/Tac airport, I was reminded of various and sundry horrors in the my life as a traveler, including arriving without luggage, including sidling up to the rental car agency and there discovering that my drivers licence was in dire need of renewal, one day and out, in fact. I've had my share of foibles in airports--most all of them my own fault: getting on the wrong plane, for instance.
And few problems in the affluent life we all live can be as aggravating as airport delays and cancellations. I've camped out in airports just a few times too often, too.
But yesterday was smooth as silk, and today I'm signed, sealed, and delivered to the gorgeous Pacific Northwest, my bags readily here at my side. It was all clockwork.
So I'm telling myself this morning that sweet morning thanks should rise from my heart just as curses have gushed at other times from the darker reaches when things didn't go as nicely as they did yesterday, flight- and airport-wise.
This morning, it's all very simple. After all day in the air yesterday, I'm thankful I'm here, luggage and all.