Wherever you go, There you are

Last fall I was walking around the park right next Westminster in London and it was an absolutely perfect fall day with a perfectly blue sky. Conditions were just so so that the jet streams of planes were clear white streaks in the sky. I remember sitting there on a bench overlooking the Thames and feeling so lucky to be there at that moment to witness such a beautiful day. This morning, I woke up to an absolutely beautiful morning on the lake and then drove downtown. As I got closer to the city, I noticed that the same sky that was over me that day in London was over the Minneapolis skyline.

It's like what they say: wherever you go, there you are.