This Moment: 7:02 a.m. February 4, 2012

I wake from a dream of lost luggage. This is the third luggage dream of the week. All three bags have been small and already packed. Dreams don 't lie. Sometimes, when you know it's time to board the train, it's very hard to get to the station. A plane's light is nosing through the morning sky. The winds returned yesterday, stripping shingles and toppling trees that survived the last storm two months ago. The small dog pads in from the kitchen. He jumps onto the bed and curls into a tight, defensive ball. He has brought his bone to bed. Another plane inches through the brightening morning sky. I wonder about the passengers. In less than a half minute the passengers and their thoughts will be overhead. My husband opens the bedroom door and the overwhelming scent of tobacco fills the room.