Breath Vision

Hello from New York, where the temperature is sinking to 11 degrees tonight. It's too cold for many people to be out on the streets past midnight, but those who do venture out can see their breath.

The country still looks so vast and unsettled from the air, no matter how many times you've criss-ccrossed it.

Always, I try on clear nights, like tonight, to glimpse my homeland from five miles up -- Michigan, with its distinctive outlines carved by the Great Lakes.

But I can never be sure.

This fine old hotel, marble and wood, fountains, and low lights, is magestic.

My travel partner is sleepy.

So am I.

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