(luggage and ourselves getting down the stairs, the plane greets us with a video as it takes off. soon the flight attendants are told to sit for landing, and the wheels hit the ground. a return to familiar sounds of rain and loved ones)

The plane ride is both the largest portion of my memories of getting home, while also being the biggest portion of lost time. Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, neither short nor long. I must not have slept that long, but we’re already landing. I missed the rain.