Sitting in the airport baffles me. It’s where every facet of human nature comes out, in a full fledging force of evil at it’s core and beauty at it’s finest. There will always be something spectacular in flying - something those who travel oft over look. You board a plane and soar 30,000 feet in the air, to a place where we can never truly explore, and where if we take the time to stop and look, perhaps experience earth in only a way angela can.
It’s the airport that is a gate to a place where sweat pants and paintless faces are embraced and loved, and a gate that gives us an experience we won’t truly realize until the Lord takes us home
This is my brain on classic literature and in need of a hard, stern, drink.
