Memory
I hadn't realized how much pain there was associated in my mind with Fairbanks but even before the plane had touched down--looking out at the familiar, graceless sprawl--my mind was crowded with ghosts and memories.
Perhaps the pain is merely the result of 20/20 hindsight--or the meager wisdom that time and age have granted me. Whatever the case, by Friday the subliminal pain was such that I found myself depressed and waiting for the last few hours to pass so I could go home, fly south to this quiet coastline where I have found peace and happiness.
Perhaps the pain is merely the result of 20/20 hindsight--or the meager wisdom that time and age have granted me. Whatever the case, by Friday the subliminal pain was such that I found myself depressed and waiting for the last few hours to pass so I could go home, fly south to this quiet coastline where I have found peace and happiness.
