I’ve been spending a lot of time on the road these days. I
seem to be whiling the hours between work and music and just life in general in
airports and in planes people watching and mostly willing time to move faster
than the crawl it slows to when there is nothing to do but wait. I wait in
lines to be deemed worthy by the TSA to enter their terminals. I wait in lines
for overpriced food and drink. I wait in lines to board planes where I’m forced
to wait until it’s our turn to take off then only wait out the echoing “are
we there yet” in my head as it fades into the droning of jet engines and I’m finally
where I set out to travel to.

The thing with traveling is that the farther you go, the
farther the return trip is. But no matter where I wander, it’s always nice to
return here. As the days grow longer the evenings become that much more magical
where the only thing surpassing the beauty of the sunset is the fleeting sound
of the song in my ear that I’m just about to write.