Kirk swore that, from now on, he would relish the finer moments in life. The last day had taught him not to take anything for granted.
No, he was going to be a new man, and he would savor experiences that mattered. Like getting onto the last flight to Chicago on standby because Catalina was extra nice to the front desk worker. Like the darkened airplane cabin, which meant that he didn"t have to talk to Catalina for two hours. Or, like the captain coming on the intercom and saying that they would in fact be making a textbook landing at O"Hare Airport because of a break in the snow. Or, even better, the robotic buzz of the landing gears extending out, or the plane touching down on an icy runway, or the labyrinth of silver lights of the airport concourse in the distance like a contorted crow
