Spouses

In Heathrow Airport, travelers glided down, down, down the Escher-esque escalators while I rose up. The fact that I’d had no solid sleep, that the grey-green walls went on for uncountable kilometers, and that the luggage reclaim area was involved in an elaborate game of hide-and-seek from me, provided the real sense that home was very far away.

Welcome To Heathrow!

I felt my trip was not a good idea, no good would come of it, and that I should go home. Right now.

Then I channeled Kat...