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I felt as if I’d been watching the same show for two years
and someone just changed the channel.
To contemplate all the wonder and strangeness
and possibility of the current moment,
looking for things to notice, alert to the ways
in which my days might be different.
Giving up on love doesn't always have to be a bad thing.
I’m also thinking about landing late in New York, about how I’d forgotten that strange feeling of rushing through the airport to find ground transportation, eager to get home, about how you pass travelers at other gates waiting to begin their trips.
Novelty doesn’t have to announce itself.
Small moments of noticing small things, new or forgotten sensations that provoke new or forgotten thoughts — you don’t have to travel very far or very high to experience them.