This is the terminal, the break.
Beyond this point, on lines of air,
You take the way that you must take;
And I remain in light and stare—
In light, and nothing else, awake.
Yvor Winters, At the San Francisco Airport
The departures have begun. To Toronto. Chicago. Philadelphia. Portland. Seattle. Calgary. New York. Inevitable, it is the flight that takes place each year, but for me this year is different as I’ve grown to know, to like many of these who are headed to their true homes. To me, though, this is their true home.