by Tomorrow's Man
July 04, 2007
Road Notes, Boston (Logan International Airport)
Circa 1:17 PM EDT
I could smell the Atlantic-salted air fifty miles west and seven miles above Boston. We came in over my houses, five of them that I lived in during my torrid years. We touched down, and my hearts leapt free, splashing into the sea.
The sea smells the same and greets me the same though I've changed.
You just might be able to come home again, if you've returned a new human.