onward

Now at the Sarasota airport, watching the pale-faced Canadians pour off the plane from Toronto, and the red-faced ones wait to return. I'd forgotten but realized, as Shan's car pulled in - I've been coming to Sarasota most of my life. My father's parents moved down here from New York in about 1963, and we used to come down and visit them most winters. Lucky moi. There was a discarded Christmas tree outside Mum's condo today, an odd sight. A real tree.

Okay, here we go. Early departure! HOME.