Landed?

Last night my flight landed 20 minutes early. My suitcase was the first to drop out of the shoot, and Kayla magically knew I was at the Humphrey terminal instead of Lindbergh, and was sitting there waiting for me. The moment we got on the freeway it started down pouring. When I walked into my apartment it felt strange - it was clean and humid and smelled like paint and I’m not sure why. I opened the windows, laid down, and thought about what Lyz and I frequently muttered during our ten day adventure: This is here all the time, and we’re at the CC Club.