That Existence, November 28 Sunday Tidbit


At an airport cafe

Alone at a table just waiting, observing, wondering who will step into this place next? No words only the buzz of phones, the chimes of the email, the quiet song of texting. Then I saw them slowly shuffling by her hand on his elbow not in a hurry just enjoying the slow pace as though not another soul existed. As though they were in a different state of existence in a place so far out of our modern reach, a day that was simpler with less noise, less distractions and more time. I saw them and I pondered how do we find that existence?


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