Winter weather had delayed every flight. A young man with a bouquet of pink roses nervously wandered through the empty airport arrival area. A piano played classic jazz tunes as we relaxed in rocking chairs. Some folks read. Others dozed. A robot vacuumed the floors.
The large card in his hand read, “For the love of my life.” He stared down one hallway, and then the next. In between, he checked the arrivals board. Laying the roses down, he made a quick trip to the restroom. With an eye on his phone, he waited for a text.
Suddenly he stuffed his phone in to his pocket and stood next to a pillar. Rounding the corner, she stopped, their eyes met, and they embraced. Finally, they were together again. Or was this the first time they had met in person? No matter, it was a wonderful encounter.
Airports are filled with tearful goodbyes and passionate reunions. Excited travelers begin adventures. Weary travelers return home. It’s so interesting to be part of these moments.
Waite for it... 