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i was behind the desk.

 

the ocean breeze 

reached through the open front door
to behind the desk,

lifting the ends of my curls.

a few hours later

 i found myself 400 miles north. 

i was sitting on a bench

 in front of the passenger loading zone, 

the delta breeze

tickling my closed eyelids. 

(the subtle movement of air proves deeply soothing)