There and Back Again

For about two hours today, my iPhone sat undamaged awaiting discovery on the concrete of our apartment building garage. It had slipped out of my pocket, landing silently where it might have been crushed by Jeep tires later tonight had I not thought to wander out in my pajamas on a hunch. Good hunch. 

In the relatively short period of time that I thought it was gone forever, the thing that upset me most was believing I had lost the pictures from my trip. The one above was taken this morning about 45 minutes away from landing at LAX.  

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