Suspended in The Air

 Today I am traveling.  Left the house at 5:00 a.m. to catch a 7:30 flight to Kalamazoo (I love saying that name) via Detroit.  I like to travel.  And by that I don't just mean arriving at a destination; I like the act of traveling.  Something about the journey suspends my sense of time and place.  I feel as I imagine a quantum probability wave would feel (if it could feel-talk about anthropomorphizing!) before it collapses.  Anything is possible.  Maybe it is the isolation of being out of touch with the usual sources of information (telephone, mass media, email, internet), but I suspect not.  I have had the same feeling when I fly with access to the internet and email.  Whatever the reason I really enjoy the sense of unlimited possibilities that unfortunately evaporates once I have arrived-even when it is a nice place like Kalamazoo.