I can see you there Rainier, rising above the tarmac, into the smooth marine layer. The wi-fi works for the first time ever for me in Sea-Tac. I've got an opportunity to kill some time in a more productive manner than my usual terminal laps and page thumbing. As I've said before, flights are good punctuation. The times in life for pause and redirection are often not chosen. But when I've been able to control where I go, I've departed for all sorts of reasons. Escape, indulgence, ambition, curiosity, love-sickness; maybe even all at once. Airports are places of most initial distance to begin parsing these reasons. Since the reasons, for me, might be the last clear thought in the process that begins at the initial itch to leave, it is a conclusive realization that might get chased for a while. So, what are the reasons?
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