Amex Lounge, Minneapolis Airport.
Tranquility to me is simply being in a place that you don't want to leave. An airport lounge is usually not such a place. But on this day I am sitting alone, writing, drinking coffee, watching the day unfold undisturbed. I am on a trip to Charlotte to wrap up a family business matter. It is without controversy or messiness. It is unfolding just as it was supposed to. Nearby are people to assist me with my travels but they keep their distance and are silent. If you were sitting across from me I would speak this now: "I could stay here all day".
So as I write I am draw to other times and places when I had this same sort of sense, that temporary well-beingness. I know this will pass but it was worth the wait. This overwhelming desire that the day last very very long.
Other times...
Once when sitting in the parking lot of a Best Western in Oregon. Cigar and crossword puzzle in hand. Why this always comes to mind is lost to me.
An evening with good friends at Cajun's Wharf restaurant in Arkansas. 1980's.
Fishing with my oldest daughter in the dawn of her adulthood.
On the couch with my wife, watching the snow fall. Any winter.
Listening to Jack Buck call a Cardinals game. Cigar. Back deck of my brother Kevin's house. Early 2010s.
Driving across the Flint Hills region of Kansas with my youngest daughter.
Throwing a baseball with my son, mid 90s, our back yard, 8pm.
Roan Mountain State Park, When I am the only one there.
Jackson Square, New Orleans. Cafe DuMonde. Early Morning. Katrina aftermath.
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