Last day East,
eagerly anticipating the westward destiny, with breakfast at the
cafe,
a last round of pictures, and
heading out to the
airport --
grateful for
everything.
The flight is an unexpectedly
ample window one for the long stretch, making the most of it as we sail over
Swarthmore and Springfield,
Maris
Grove,
dispersing
clouds,
farmlands,
rivers
in
confluence,
lakes,
irrigated cropland (!),
foothills,
arid
snowy Rocky Mountains
canyons,
red
deserts,
basins,
plateaux,
hogback
racetracks
extending for
miles,
and on
and on,
until the
Mogollon
Rim
ushers
us
to the
Superstition
Mountains,
Salt
River, and
Papago Buttes on the approach to
Phoenix.
Aisling next to a friendly Adobe business traveller enroute to San Jose (and squeezing the pdf of Aerial Requiem: Sanctus and enough reading to finish off Copernicus's On the Revolutions of Heavenly Spheres and begin Johannes Kepler's Epitome of Copernican Astronomy [Books IV - V]... both part of the Britannica Great Books Series, Volume 16), the familiar gentle skies of California beckon,
as
night
descends
for the
welcome passage back home to Harriet.
