march notes
I wish I had had more time in Minneapolis a few weeks ago, and a chance to see more of the city. It was a brief trip, and most of what I saw was gray and of commercial substance. I think I gleaned more of the area’s character from my glimpses of the neighborhoods and frozen ponds under the plane as it descended toward the runway. Still, it was a productive, if lonely, trip. Airports and shopping malls are filled with people on common purpose, but different destinations and reasons for travel, and it’s as invigorating and affirming as it is isolating, like a home constantly in motion, refusing to settle down, always just beyond my fingertips. I feel a maelstrom of emotions: Peace, excitement, contentment, purpose, restlessness—much like I feel in France or another Place I Will Never Tire Of. The feeling is more diffuse, but the difference in quantitative. I wonder if there will be airports in heaven?
I discovered The Paper Kites today. “Turns Within Me Turns Without Me” is breathtaking:
They’re coming to Nashville in early May. I wonder if I should get tickets.
Stella is parked on my legs, and Odin is very aggressively trying to sleep on my chest as I type this, offset to one side on the couch. The temperature nosedived today, so it’s no surprise they’re seeking out some warmth from their dad.