We made it to North Palm Beach within a minimum of flight-related mishaps, and probably the maximum amount of sanity retained for any nine-hour aerial adventure.
This morning I stepped outside onto the warm bricks and wrote a haiku:
Mockingbirds, stray cat
Lizards scurry underfoot
Today will be hot.
And here is a video of our contrail shadow and a weak glory, as viewed from the window on the flight to our layover in Georgia. Do you see it? If so, give yourself a pat on the back.
Now it’s time for my first Cuban coffee of this vacation. Yes.
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