Around me, travelers stumble about sleepily. Maybe, like me, they are taking dramamine. Or perhaps missing that one hour of sleep last night really made a difference. Airports can sometimes be a good place for people watching, but these folks look mostly bored and hungry.
It's spring break, and I'm flying south. I'm looking forward to feeling the sun on my skin, seeing flowers blooming, and having a whole week of quiet time to work on my book. I've been working on this manuscript for two years now, and I'm really ready to be done with it. I'll be getting together with a friend early in the week — and I'll probably do at least one outdoor tourist kind of thing, like visit the botanical gardens or the history center — but then I'm going to a retreat center to spend five days in silence.
