the airport that i love. the convergence of lives maybe…
you experience the warmest of smiles, the largest of tears, the bear hugs, and the not-so-appropriate kisses as well as the ever appropriate “airport kiss.” i love it. the possibilites race through my mind. each with their own story… the old man with the newspaper and a cup of coffee waiting for his connecting flight to omaha…or maybe st. paul. who’s waiting for him at that airport? who’s waiting to give him the ‘not-so-appropriate’ airport kiss?
what about the woman with the stroller…and the two other kids running circles around her. she looks exhausted. but will she get any sleep at home? home sweet home, right?
i like to listen to the converstaions around me in another language. sometimes i make up what they might be talking about. some heated discussion about global warming or maybe they’re really just talking about britney spears being pregnant again. she’s international you know.
tomorrow in the wee hours of the morning (4:30am to be exact) i get to go to this 8th wonder of the world and sit and enjoy while one of my dearest friends arrives.
i wonder what story someone will be making about our lives as we run, scream, laugh, skip across the airport.
(more like, what will security think…)
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