I love traveling, but the reentry into your everyday life is like a workout from hell. We arrived in New York City Thursday night after yet another harrowing airport experience, where we barely made our connecting flight in Amsterdam. A cab ride from New Jersey to Brooklyn and I was exhausted by the time I made it home, Finn greeting me with disdain and oh so many stories of his time alone. A few hours later I was finally asleep in my bed.
Up before any inkling of dawn, enjoying a coffee and breakfast muffin, I watched the sunrise flicker its arrival. Waiting for the world to come to life a butterfly floats into view, a reminder to relish this moment.
The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.
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