Enormous white birds with long noses stare back at me on the other side of the the glass.
I turn around.
Scattered eyes dart in every direction, searching for Gate numbers, departure times, bathrooms…
My feet play Checkers with all kinds of shoes all across the floor.
One step diagonal, one step forward.
Two steps to the right.
You have to pay attention in a place like this.
I touch eyes with a stranger,
Even offer up a half-smile.
A mumbled “Hello?”
(Too much?)
(Probably).
Women in the crowded restroom apply blush and mascara ever so-gently, in the most feminine of ways.
But most definitely in a hurry.
One woman brushes her teeth.
Are they preparing to see someone special?
When their dinosaur-bird returns back from the clouds?
When wheels hit pavement and a new time zone confuses their plans?
Boxy luggage at their heels, black like their mascara.
This place is interesting.
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