midnight snack.
9:00 AM.
Saturday.
O'Hare International Airport.
Gate H32
Middle aged woman sits on her middle-aged man (lover)'s lap.
PDA. Gross.
Young man. Dark Brown hair and designer glasses. Glances up from his Macbook every once in a while.
Our eye contact makes him retreat back to his screen. Grinning.
Dark blue eyes.
"Now boarding...."
A curly haired baby sleeps quietly in their stroller.
The young mom sits quietly too.
Dad shows up with coffee. I bet it's been a long trip.
Gray haired ladies. Lots of them.
I wonder what it's like to travel at seventy-five.
"Are you on your way home?"
She must be wondering about me too.
"Yes," I reply.
"I've been away for five months"
Her eyes light up. She's found a story.
I really miss airports right now.
Saturday.
O'Hare International Airport.
Gate H32
Middle aged woman sits on her middle-aged man (lover)'s lap.
PDA. Gross.
Young man. Dark Brown hair and designer glasses. Glances up from his Macbook every once in a while.
Our eye contact makes him retreat back to his screen. Grinning.
Dark blue eyes.
"Now boarding...."
A curly haired baby sleeps quietly in their stroller.
The young mom sits quietly too.
Dad shows up with coffee. I bet it's been a long trip.
Gray haired ladies. Lots of them.
I wonder what it's like to travel at seventy-five.
"Are you on your way home?"
She must be wondering about me too.
"Yes," I reply.
"I've been away for five months"
Her eyes light up. She's found a story.
I really miss airports right now.