My body says mid-night but the clock says...Thom

My body knows it not 3:00 in the afternon, but that's what the clock says. I am sitting in the Narita airport in Tokyo waiting to board a flight to Hiroshima so I can take a taxi to Iwakuni. I had the most interesting reaction/thought when we broke out of the clouds and I could see the rice fields below, the thought went through my mind, "I'm home now." Isn't that weird and silly. It's meaningless at best and at worst some kind of base sentimentalism.

It was a good flight, passed quickly, and the airports are very efficient at getting you through the immigration and security processes.

I am missing Jo.