Mr. & Mrs. Davis
We were at the airport, where some greet hello with sparkly homemade signs, and others wave goodbye, reluctantly walking away from lines they cannot cross. I’ve recently noticed it is an emotionally confused place. Boy, I’ve felt all sorts of things waiting at the airport.
However, at this time, in this place, I felt a mix of emotions that were not mine. I peered into an elderly man’s face I did not know, and wondered how he would spend his drive home. I imagined the radio off, windshield wipers on, driving very carefully and maybe mumbling things to his self about what she reminded him to do once he got home.
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