Cleveland

I arrived in Cleveland last Sunday. I'm headed home this afternoon. It's been a remarkable week. It's most likely the longest amount of time I've ever gone without feeling the warm sunshine on my face,the blustery wind in my hair, or feeling soft, wet snowflakes melting on my cheeks. I don't know if it's warm or cold. I sit in a climate controlled room, walk down windowless corridors, and eat food made by the outside world.

Walking off the plane, I was greeted with a new text message, "welcome to Cleveland?..we are at baggage claim Richard & Siobhan" I gathered my bags and wondered how I'd recognize them. I clicked the green icon on my phone. The man in front of me, reached for his pocket, looked at me holding the phone to my ear, and reached out his arms. "You must be Joanne," he said as his arms wrapped me in a hug. Strangers met me at the airport, but I immediately felt a connection.

(I was typing this on my ipad.  I wasn't finished, but accidently posted it.)