After spending a week in Cincinnati, I enjoyed a descent along the New York City skyline. I remember coming down from the sky after being in Japan, seeing America come closer and closer, reaching out beyond the plane to touch it with my eyes and memories and expectations. It is never the same to return to a place.
It was wonderful to be home. There was a settled feeling, and the whole family was together, sometimes just breathing in the same room, no one saying anything. I think all of us, unspoken though it was, were incredibly grateful to be together.
Waiting on the platform to take the train back into the city, the wind ripped the wide leaves of a bush in the train yard, gently but mercilessly in and out of the bright sunlight. There are so many stories to enter and leave.
And now I'm back in this city, which is such a beautiful and exciting place to be. Returning was not the same as leaving, or returning before, or coming for the first time. It was so good to be home.
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