I have spent a lot of time in airports lately. I love them. The music that I would never listen to, and people I would never otherwise talk to, and stores I would never go into are all there to help me waste time getting somewhere really fast but, in a sense, very slowly. There are a lot of “I love you” conversations to overhear. And my favorite: the “set up a meeting for Tuesday” conversation. The views from the plane are great too. Flying into
But the best of all things is flying and the quiet, meditative state that people seem to have. Especially when they take off. It feels so spiritual, a compressed group of strangers all thinking about whether they are about to die or not. At least that’s what I am thinking about.
