I am pushing time today. First bearing its patience while I finish packing, check lights and locks, search for keys. Search for time lost. Slow it down so I get where I need to be by 6. Speed it up, so I get where I want to be by 11: Austin. 60 miles to the airport. 1,800 miles to Texas.
But, the hours are gracious today. I see bluebonnets along the runway and know it is time. Vacation.