March 13th, 1993: Jacksonville Airport & the Storm of the Century

The airport: Saturday, after the funeral. We move, then we wait,
                wearing our lives around us like so much
                                                                                               architecture.

                                                                                 A confluence. A relief that what matters here
                                                                is weather. So I can stop thinking
                about inheritance.

There is coughing in Terminal A.
                We’ve been marshalled to the interior
of the airport