Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Farewells at airport departures. Sad, romantic, too quick, lingering. There have been a number of greetings and farewells at the airport these days. But I cannot get accustomed to the farewell. I want to draw it out, linger, touch, taste, smell, caress. Commit to memory the smell of fresh shaved cheek, warm neck, curves of body, strength of arms, warmth of hands. It will be a long, lonely month. The departure terminal, too quickly over, driving away alone, wishing for a few more minutes.