Sitting in an Airline Terminal Gate (again) - an interlude

It’s somewhat difficult to compose creative prose while sitting in an airport, especially at 3:30pm on a Friday. Although it’s not overwhelmingly loud in my particular gate, there is a collective fatigue in the air – a feeling that the work week has finally triumphed. The soon-to-be passengers are like marathon runners cresting the final hill at mile 25 (not that I’ve run a marathon or have any desire to do so), exhaling, comforting themselves by the idea that they have almost achieved their goal, yet knowing that there is still a last lonely push to the finish line. Or something like that.