This is the terminal, the break.
Beyond this point, on lines of air,
You take the way that you must take;
And I remain in light and stare—
In light, and nothing else, awake.
Yvor Winters, “At the San Francisco Airport”
Yesterday, one of my dearest friends got on a flight to Beijing to study Chinese Language and Literature. God bless you, my friend, and see you again in 4 years.