The jumbo jet flew low heading to DIA at 7 am this morning, probably a United flight arriving from a foreign country. I imagined the people buckled in with their belongings safely stowed, their restless legs itching to get out and walk, and their mussed up hair from attempting overnight sleep. It’s a feeling that makes me antsy even now.
This brought to mind my children’s discussion on teleporting. Wouldn’t that be handy? You could just pick up and go without a bag, looking fresh as a daisy for the entire day that you would be visiting Rome, London, Paris, Sydney, Timbuktu. No more leaving iPads on the plane, newly purchased sweaters on the train, or losing scrabble tiles in transport. (If you dare to play while on vacation.)
Ah, the old wanderlust sets in. And as we learned from an esteemed BIL, “Not all who wander are lost,” is a line from Tolkien’s LOTR. What a great reminder.