A Quiet Place

January 11, 2019


The city is quiet now. Half of the furloughed federal workers appear to have left town; the other half were at the post office Tuesday afternoon when I had a package to mail. We were, I’m sure, all dreaming of being somewhere else. Snow is in the forecast. It’s undisputedly January. 


And perhaps not coincidentally, as I sit down to write this blog … I got nothin’. 


No funny stories about past trips, no deep insights about travel. My brain has adopted the pose of one on vacation (or, perhaps, on furlough): best suited for staring into the distance and thinking about nothing in particular. We indulge this kind of brain activity when we have an ocean or a mountain vista in front of us; it’s less appreciated when your vista is a picture of mountains on a computer screen. 


Perhaps it’s best, at times like this, just to lean into the inertia. Let your mind enjoy a little hiatus, where its most challenging task will be pretending the view out the window is a beach instead of a sidewalk, and wait for the synapses to start firing again.


Have a great weekend, everybody.  


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