"airports see it all the time
where someone's last goodbye
blends in with someone's sigh
cause someone's coming home
in hand a single rose
and that's the way this wheel keeps working now"

airports are a peculiar place. there's so much life in them, yet a strange sense that lives are rushing around and too busy to notice anything around them.
i say this as i sit in the KCI airport waiting for my flight to dallas. followed by a flight
(with an uncomfortably shorter layover than i planned)
to shreveport.
going home for thanksgiving break.

flying at night is my second favorite time to fly (dusk being my first).
it's also my least favorite.
the dreariness and fatigue of flying seems amplified and overly gloomy.
but outside of the airport atmosphere, this is why i like it:
looking out below from the plane window i see the site of lights surrounding cities contrasted with the stark darkness that falls over the countryside.
it looks like a reflection of the sky. like the city lights are clusters of stars hanging out.
that's where the life is. by the stars.
i wish i could take a picture to illustrate.

"and if you never stop when you wave goodbye
you just might find if you give it time
you will wave hello again"

i've developed a habit, or tradition, or ritual, of listening to John Mayer's 'Wheel'
everytime i fly to or from home.