The 11:55pm Arrival

My BFF lamented today. This is the last of our Internet memories that remind us that we have taken a trip together for the last 5 to 10 years or so. Every time in late November or early December.

I miss her so much it hurts.

I will see her again, perhaps even for a short visit over the holidays. When you've been friends for 24 years, a few months is nothing but a blip on the radar.

But I saw a plane fly overhead. And I'm reminded of our time together and my arrival back into the airport. The 11:55 PM slot on Delta from Atlanta.

I'm usually exhausted, it's been a whirlwind. I won't know when I'll see her again. Sometimes it's a few weeks later sometimes it's not until spring break.

But I will have loved every second of it. And this year, I don't get that chance. Somewhere deep down inside there's some lesson to that. But right now, I long for the days to hear the pilot overhead, the final descent into the airport, baggage claim and ground transportation.

One day soon. Here's hoping.