Early morning flight, all your habits and routines fly out the window. Stand shivering at a shuttle stop in New Jersey, how different the world at an hour when everything is still. I fall asleep as soon as the plane takes off, wake up in another realm, life is strange and comes to you in unexpected turns sometimes. There's still no update from the immigration officer, still no new stamps in your certificate of existence. You wonder what it'll mean. You try not to wonder too much or it would be all you'd do.
After days of mild sunshine, a snow storm moves into the mountains. The world is upside down. The temperature drops, you wrap yourself in extra layers. It's only February.
There's much work left to till Spring.
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