>Welcome to the airport in Cedar Rapids, IA. I took this picture standing in front of the terminal (there’s only one) while waiting for my sister’s husband to pick me up. (He was delayed by traffic, a plague even out here when there’s an accident of any sort.)

What struck me about it is that it is possibly the only place I’ve ever flown into or out of that is not surrounded by suburban sprawl, mega-highways, and/or strip malls. (Although there is a strip joint not far away.) As I waited for SH, I stared at the fields (and a power plant’s smokestack in the distance that is just out of the frame of the picture), it is oddly comforting and unnerving at the same time.

This is a nice metaphor for me today.

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