Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Entering the eye of the storm

Sore shoulders from carrying baggage
The smells
I smell
We all smell
I've had to relieve my bladder for a long time but cannot leave this line
Airport security
We are all in a hurry, no need to push
Sitting
Sitting
Sitting
High fructose corn syrup and partially hydrogenated soybean oil and you can't really pack your own food and you don't want to pay more for more than 50 pounds in your checked bag and you don't want to lift any pounds into the overhead container.  There isn't one that is empty.
Is this really where we are sitting?  How did we not notice this?
We accept it.
We move.
We move again.
We accept it.
We move again.
Sleep sitting upright
Sleep leaning
Sleep curled up
Sleep with a baby
Sleep with conversations around you
And the right hotel with the wrong room
And a shower
And the jet lag
Yes, we have arrived

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