A few days later I’m in the window seat, slowly descending into the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. Between lacy strips of asphalt, all I see is green trees, green grass, green leaves, green, green, green. And all the natural beauty transfixes me. Were the lakes and parks always this pretty? Did it really take living in vegetation stark Manhattan for me to me appreciate Minnesota’s loveliness? I never believed it, but it’s true. You don’t realize what you have until it’s gone.
As the plane touches down on the tarmac the Northwest airline attendant says, “Welcome to the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul. The local time 3:30 Central Standard Time. And the temperature is 78 degrees. We thank you for flying with us and hope you enjoy your stay here or wherever your final destination is.”
Wow! 78 degrees is a GREAT temperature for the Twin Towns. As we taxi, I generate my extensive to-do list: (1) spend time with my family, (2) see friends and their kids, (3) make an appointment with my trainer, (4) meet Jack and Jane when they pass through town, (5) run errands, (6) shop for capri pants, (7) buy a new cell phone, (8) have a cooking session with Mom and (9) work in the office.
Hhhmm. I better to work!
2 comments:
Where is the masala in this post? :)
Dear Samosas for One ... it is coming! I do need to self reflect between dates ... and shop!!!
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