
Sunday afternoon at the airport
Sunday afternoon. Late July. Airport at gate C3. My flight is delayed … again. People everywhere. Sitting. Standing. Walking. Running.
Sunday afternoon. Late July. Airport at gate C3. My flight is delayed … again. People everywhere. Sitting. Standing. Walking. Running.
I just got back from my last work-related trip of the year. It has been a long year with a lot of travel and most of it on planes.
I had so many plans for the summer. I was going to do this, build that, go there, and so on. But then life happens. Work happens. Things happen. And plans need to adapt.
Trains. People. Interesting to watch. All kinds of people. Walking slow. Running to catch the train.
Today everything is late. 30 minutes. 45 minutes. 1 hour. Connections are missed. Connections are delayed? Am I going to make it?
I wonder how time I waste each year waiting for flights, trains, buses, Ubers, Lyfts, taxis, cars.
Noise-canceling headphones are a true godsend! I can now bring my “quiet bubble” wherever I go.
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