Thanks to a very good ticket agent (and arriving 2 hours before our flight time) we arranged a new flight through Detroit and remain amazingly on schedule so far.
Snow and a bitterly cold wind swirled in through the cabin door as we boarded. The perfect sendoff for a flight to Russia I thought. After some serious de-icing, we took off, amber-tinted dawn just breaking through the cabin windows and across our tired faces.
As the ground quickly receded beneath us, I noticed, as with most trips I take, the worries I had about traveling melted away as soon as we were in the air. I remembered this pattern now. Maybe I wasn't such a bad traveler after all. I just needed to be traveling.
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