John stepped off his plane only to find his twenty-five minute connection had transmogrified into a five hour layover in the Dallas airport. He went from a dead run to slow motion in mid stride. The airport became an ocean of bodies moving like waves on a concrete beach, carried in riptides of shifting floors of the concourse. He would never have noticed had he kept moving.
The bright sunlight of the beautiful day couldn’t penetrate the darkened windows that walled in the vast hallway. He could see the blue sky dotted with cotton clouds and circling planes, but not feel its warmth nor hear the jets roar. John felt the wave of the rubber people mover undulate under his feet and heard stoic quiet.
Shimmering lights were ahead of him.
John would find a quiet place, drink some beer, watch some people, and wait for his plane. He had no choice but to rue the day or enjoy it. He chose to relish it.
Devonne Brown 
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