The Airport

One of the best people-watching places in the world. Any airport. Thousands of people.

I once dated a boy who would humor with silly games. We would sit on the front stoop of our apartments and guess where the passersby were headed. Whether by car, bike, or the occasional plane that flew above the city, it was always a wonderment to me where people get up and go to.

At 5:30 a.m., it's already a busy morning at Logan International Airport. The kids are pulling their Hello Kitty suitcases behind them while holding tightly to teddy bears, blankets or Mom. Parents are eagerly searching for the first cup of coffee, but nothing is open yet. Business travelers are already on their laptops communicating with the rest of the world.

The JetBlue place that is taking me to Florida sits at the gate. Lights are on inside the plane and the ground crew is buzzing around the plane's belly making sure everything is sorted for flight.

In the distance, an airline takes off... I wonder where it's going...