I can’t remember the last time that I flew into Miami International Airport during the day. All of my memories are flying into the city at night. Coming in over the deep purple blackness of the Everglades and being blinded by the lights. The lights that run as far north as the eye can see, and way into the south too. They are only stopped by the coast of the Atlantic Ocean.
The air was moist but cool as I finally made my way though the terminal with my family. Such a change in just 24 hours. Going from double pairs of socks, to wanting to slip of sandals and a t-shirt.
It is good to be home. To be surrounded by the sights, smells, and of course my family.
As always this is just a blip of an impression there is certainly more to come.