Staring out the window


On my way back from Boston last night, flying between Chicago and Nashville, I looked out my window to the west.  The gloaming light was punctuated by the remains of the sunset, blazing melon and pink, both and the same, swirling like tie-dye.  As we headed further south, the colors settled into a solid stripe of vivid orange, dimming into a hazy rust, and then, eventually, just darkness.

I don’t know that I will ever shake my wanderlust.



  1. Terry McNichols on October 19, 2009 at 11:12 AM

    DON’T shake it! Keep wandering for your entire lifetime. I’ll never shake mine :-)

  2. Whitney on October 19, 2009 at 12:18 PM

    I don’t know that we’re supposed to. Traveling gives us good reminders of sojourning. Which is both one of my favorite words, and something I think we’re supposed to do. Sojourn on.

    So, traveling mercies, sweet sojourner.

  3. Greta on October 19, 2009 at 1:47 PM

    Go west, young lass.

    Specifically, to Seattle.

  4. Tad on October 19, 2009 at 6:00 PM

    Gretta’s right.

    I think the urge to wander is a good thing.

  5. Dad on October 20, 2009 at 2:05 PM

    “It should not be denied that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led west.”

    Wallace Stegner, The American West as Living Space.

    Dear Annie, I feel it everytime I look out on Pikes Peak. Maybe you should move nearby and we could use this platform as a gateway to the wilderness, the ultimate wander.

  6. stephanie on October 20, 2009 at 6:52 PM

    i love wanderlust. both the concept and the word–what a gorgeous word. i also love that we were in boston just a week apart from each other! go boston.

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