O Luggage, Where Art Thou?

There has been a confirmed sighting of my luggage. Apparently, my luggage was bored hanging around DC, so yesterday it managed to make its way on a flight to Grand Rapids, Michigan. I'm not exactly sure why it was in Grand Rapids, and I don't think Northwest Airlines knows either. Perhaps it wanted to buy some furniture from Steelcase, or get involved selling products for Amway. There was a rumor that my luggage made its way back to Detroit, so I arranged to pick it up at the airport on my way back to DC. However, the luggage wasn't there, and Northwest wasn't sure if it had even left Grand Rapids. Who knows what exotic locale it will head to next? I think that there is a chance that my luggage might turn into the Roaming Gnome, and start sending me photographs from places all over the world.


The Huron River in Winter

I had a little time to kill before heading to the airport this evening, so I stopped by the Arb. It was cold and snowing, and since my gloves and scarf are traveling the world in my luggage, I decided to make it an abbreviated visit. The light sparkled on the ice-covered trees, and parents were pulling their kids on sleds through the Arb.


Ice Glistening on the Trees

My flight back to Virginia was delayed by weather, and when I arrived back in town, I was greeted by frozen muck. To be a little more accurate, it was a mix of rain, freezing rain, and sleet. I guess that winter has finally arrived in Virginia. I have a feeling that people are going to have a nasty commute to work tomorrow morning. After all, a little ice and slush is enough to throw this region into a panic.