I have kind of a love/hate relationship with airports. For every "hello" there is a "goodbye."
The following is something our friend wrote when she was waiting with us in the airport before we went through security at PDX:
Some coming...
Some going...
All feeling...
TSA provides the pat downs
But cannot touch
That part of you...
That piece where you separate
The body, the actions
From the emotions
A life divided
Between what is ahead
And what you leave behind
How do you carry both?
This is the real baggage carried
In an airport terminal...
But it is forever worth the weight.
Pretty deep huh?
I love it!
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