Airports are such interesting places
everyone is transient
some are coming and some are going, but no one is staying
We cram together in these small spaces, waiting to leave
We'll probably never meet again but in this moment we're all the same
I'm sitting here waiting for my plane to take me away
surrounded by people doing the same
we're all connected, but strangers to one another
there's an older women..across from me, 3 seats over. her grey sweats and vibrant purple hoodie no contest for her fading violet hair. she sits...and waits.
I wonder what her story could be.. is she starting an adventure, will she be walking through ancient forgotten tombs tomorrow?
is she going home
running away from a crumbling marriage.. I will never know, but in this moment we are connected..we wait.
a young man slouches 2 aisles away from me, he is wearing the most colorful sweater, a jumble of conflicting colors that draws the eye
he is hunched over his phone, perhaps like me writing? or more likely scrolling mindlessly through social media?
As I sit here he looks up occasionally, just watching those around him. not wary nor interested, just looking
Next to me, a smal child in a bright pink shirt that declares she's a princess, asks her mother if she can have another bite of chocolate
...and cries when she receives a firm "no" in reply
this small devastated child, will she grow up to be a doctor? will she save lives
or will she grow up to be a teacher, filling the future generations with knowledge
or maybe a pilot, taking those who wait to their destinations
these people so close, but all of them mysteries
I sit here and I wait..and I write
I wonder what they think of me
Just some Airport thoughts.
First “real” hike I ever went on growing up was Beacon Rock. It’s a very short trail but man will it challenge you! "... a remarkable high detached rock Stands in a bottom on the Stard Side near the lower point of this Island on the Stard. Side about 800 feet high and 400 paces around, we call the Beaten rock. ..." - Captain Clark, October 31, 1805.
This semester is done... It was amazing and it was tough. A lot of friends didn’t come back but I also made a lot of new ones. I learned a ton and wrote over 300 pages of assignments. Had some late night and some early mornings too. And I got to have some unreal times with friends. .
All in all, it was unreal and I’m thankful for every second. Also here are some pics from the banquet with some of my best friends.