Love and Airports

I love airports. And I know I say “I love…” a lot. But I love a lot of things. And I’m not ever going to apologize for love soooooo… deal with it.

Airports are portals. Not just because they can transport you physically to far off lands in relatively short periods of time but because of the emotional journey of the experience too. Taking people to the excitement of adventure or bringing people home to love. It’s beautiful to observe. I REALLY love that. Watching people in airports, I mean.

There was a girl about my age sitting next to me on the plane. We didn’t talk, but we got each other. We slept mostly. She was smart. She wore a ball cap to pull down over her face. I wish I would have brought mine.

After the plane landed and docked we walked the corridor from the plane to the welcome area of the airport and we were 3/4 of the way through when I saw her hurriedly take a gum package out of her purse and pop a piece in her mouth. She must've almost forgot.

I smiled. I knew what that meant. She was coming home to love.

So I followed her of course.

From a safe distance.

Not too suspicious.

And sure enough, a big smile broke over her face as she walked with open arms toward her lover pulling off her ball cap before giving him a peck on the mouth. They were being polite. I could feel that they wished they were alone - without 100 people around. But I’m sure they took care of that later 😊