And so I sit in McCallen airport still dazed and numb from my last 5 days in Vegas, patiently waiting for the arrival of my airplane to taxi in. You know you can't fly home unless you have an airplane, simple as that. As my 2nd Dewar's rocks is perfected of over ice, I can't seem to shake that John Mayer song "Wheel", out of my head.
"Airports see it all the time, when someone's last goodbye, blends in with someone's sigh, Cause someone's coming home, In hand a single rose, and that's the way this wheel keeps working now..."
Got me thinking now, bout old times and airports. Here it is, this shuffle in and out of people arriving and departing. Smiles, laughs, and happy faces, but equal parts mundane frowns, wearyness, and defeated looks. The airport is the ultimate people watcher's dream, breeding so much reality and life. One one end of it you have so much anticipation and excitement. You see relationships rejuvinate, people so happy to be in the arms of another, like they forget about all the bad in their lives for that one moment there at the gate. Then you see others, so caught in the ever busy go go world with most likely no one waiting on the arrival flight home. Amazing really, the realness of an airport. The extreme spectrum of both ends. I'm trying to think of any other place in the world that has such extreme happiness and extreme sadness. A place that can be both happy and sad in the same moment.
I recall the airport as being such an important landmark in a long distance relationship of mine. I remember being so happy at one moment at that airport, and then 4 days later stairing out the same window with extreme emotional stress and withdrawl. Thinking about it now I see it so clearly, but I've never really taken time to witness the life at an airport. And it's never ending. Someone's always coming or going, smiling or crying, living or dying; a constant continuous life-cycle.
Anyway, when your plane is delayed for a substantial time period you tend to drift away in thought. Sometimes I just forget about the significance of certain daily life dilemnas and their significance. Sometimes it's nice just to be the onlooker and observer.
~K.A.C