on the way

I look out into the great wide sky and there are clouds forever.  The sun glints just below the wing and I happen to notice it is shining on the ripples of the Gulf far, far, far below us.  It is beautiful... and a thousand words spring to mind.  For a moment, I enjoy the journey, but mostly I just want to be there already.  It feels greedy and ugly, and just a little desperate, but honest nonetheless.  And so I leave the camera stashed in the bag and refuse to document the blink of beauty. 

It feels... ridiculous. 
By the time we really arrive it will be half-way to morning and the ones I want to wrap my arms around will be fast asleep.  But oh, the big adventure will be that much closer. 

So here we sit... waiting for the next long flight.
I order an ice cream and the coconutty creaminess starts seeping in and reeling the vacation feelings just a bit closer.  Ah yes, I believe there is magic in ice cream.  Gradually I can fall into it... the beauty of vacation.  Whether I am here or there, or somewhere in between.  I want to enjoy the journey.  I want to grasp it and love it and laugh along with it. 

I'm trying...