Learn from my mistake

Due to a total lack of observation on my part I am currently sitting in a nearly empty Denver International Airport and I will continue to do so for another seven (7) hours. The airport is comically empty. The shops are shuttered, the restaurants are closed, the fryers ticking as they cool, the grease hardening.

Airports, like the stacks in a library, bear such a remarkable similarity that they serve as timeless portals to other worlds. Though they have been turned into mini-malls more recently, they ALL have been turned into malls, so though they have grown and changed, become brighter, more mercantile, you still know you are in an airport.

Which airport doesn't really matter. In a way ti makes the transition between places easier. You are eased into the new locale by emerging into a gate that doesn't look all that different than the one you left hours ago.

Unless, like Tintin, or The Beatles you get to deplane on the tarmac. That is the best way to go. Sun, rain, snow, ice I would rather walk down the air-stairs into the real world than into the carpeted limbo that is the airport.

Where I find myself stranded today. Or is it night? I think it is night. People are trying to sleep in the dark, quiet corners of the concourse. It must be night.