I woke up this morning uncertain of where I was. My first thought was I wasn't sleeping on seats C, D, and E of row 35 on flight D109 from Rome to Minneapolis. For that I was grateful. Next thought was the sound of the birds I was hearing. Blue Jays. I heard blue jays. Unlike the Sigonella housing development, I wasn't hearing Eurasian magpies, Eurasian jackdaws or barn swallows I usually heard. The sound of a blue jay is unmistakable. Hearing blue jays meant I was home.
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