There's a cool breeze fluttering its way across my left shoulder as I sit here at the airport terminal waiting for that special someone to arrive; swirls of emotion are flying around inside my heart.
People come and go. Some greet others with flowers, hugs, kisses - at times, even tears. Others walk away with no one on their arm or by their side. I can't help but wonder what their story is. I bet they wonder the same of me, sitting here in a black airport chair, pecking away on my little laptop, and occasionally looking up at the massive white, peaked roof overhead.