and that's not all bad.

remember that feeling? when i stepped on the plane. the turbulent trip when i literally clung to my stranger seatmates to keep from slamming into the ceiling. waiting for the shuttle...after waiting and waiting all day and all decade.

the hollow thumps of footsteps on the cold marble floor, the too bright light of the lobby and the shadows of the parking garage. the same feeling in the pit of my stomach when i finally fell into your arms.

those 9 digits circle through my thoughts like a rosary....calming, soothing and something else...sort of a call action.