The press release for Janet"s Ansel Adam"s award happened yesterday morning with the ceremony later last night. Janet sat at a small, round table in her hotel room, nibbling on a Danish while perusing the paper. Turning the page, she glanced out the window at the heavy fog blanketing the bay bridge as the radio babbled on the nightstand next to her unmade bed. This weekend was the first time she had been away from Neil overnight in, well, she couldn"t remember how long. It felt odd being alone–stranger yet, to be out of routine. She read an article, half paying attention to the words and folded the paper. Her flight wasn"t until later that afternoon, and she felt restless.
She opened her travel bag, pulling out her itinerary. Maybe she"d go for a walk after she showered. Right now, she fe
