March 10, 2017: Three hours later I am perched like a graceless bird on a tall, uncomfortable stool, sipping tea and awaiting the arrival of the others at the airport; their flight is delayed but it gives me a place to work, to roll words out of my head and onto the floor. It gives me the opportunity to stare unapologetically at people, to watch them as they pull little selections of their lives around on wheels, to watch as they struggle to make it out of the terminal building before lighting a cigarette.
"to watch them as they pull little selections of their lives around on wheels" — a chef's kiss for this particular phrase that is perfect (amidst all your lovely ideas put into words).
"we’re out of muesli and coffee beans and also out of time" - aaah. I can only sigh as I read that. Hope you have a lovely birthday!
This is a best outcome for a sentence, I feel. And thank you!
"to watch them as they pull little selections of their lives around on wheels" — a chef's kiss for this particular phrase that is perfect (amidst all your lovely ideas put into words).
I hope your birthday was beautiful!
Happy birthday, beautiful soul!
Thank you Eugenie!
Have a delightful birthday in your tent by the sea, or however you decide to celebrate YOU! 🥳