Free Write
This is a free write from my trip last summer. Ink by freehand meets perfected, vitual ink by keystroke....enjoy.
Chicago's O'Hare Airport is a city on its own, each corridor a mile long with over a dozen gates. Each terminal has several corridors. There are four terminals. I was fortunate enough to have my connecting flights in the same corridor. That limited my walking distance to a quick and brisk hike. I WAS NOT, however, fortunate enough to have a functioning plane destined for London upon my arrival. I was scheduled to depart at 5:10pm Chi-Town time. A malfunctioning plane caused a slight delay. A slight delay turned into needing to get a new (or another) 777. Almost three hours later, I'm sitting here at the window next to the gate looking at all the irritated people. I had to look in the window reflection to see them all. A zoo of people. Some livid and some not giving a damn, depending on whether his or her trip is, was (intended) business or (intended) pleasure. All doing something while I watch. My back to the window, I see many anxious people. They hide it well. So do I. The stress and heat clash into the smell of human. I can barely stand it.
Chicago's O'Hare Airport is a city on its own, each corridor a mile long with over a dozen gates. Each terminal has several corridors. There are four terminals. I was fortunate enough to have my connecting flights in the same corridor. That limited my walking distance to a quick and brisk hike. I WAS NOT, however, fortunate enough to have a functioning plane destined for London upon my arrival. I was scheduled to depart at 5:10pm Chi-Town time. A malfunctioning plane caused a slight delay. A slight delay turned into needing to get a new (or another) 777. Almost three hours later, I'm sitting here at the window next to the gate looking at all the irritated people. I had to look in the window reflection to see them all. A zoo of people. Some livid and some not giving a damn, depending on whether his or her trip is, was (intended) business or (intended) pleasure. All doing something while I watch. My back to the window, I see many anxious people. They hide it well. So do I. The stress and heat clash into the smell of human. I can barely stand it.