1 02 2008

I love airports, in spite of the hassle, the bad food, the noise. They provide a counterpoint to my quiet Vermont life, steeped as it is in nature, a slow rural town and a small college. Within the mayhem of an international airport I am shaken awake, buffeted by humanity, by stories, by the possibilities of other lives and other journeys. I imagine relationships, dreams, destinations, troubles. By the time I get on my own flight I am worn out from watching and listening and wondering, and ready to slough off the baggage of so much life, so much story.




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