Sometimes

08 August 2017

Sometimes,

during a long layover

following a red eye flight

you have to eat a soggy sandwich

and try to steal

a few minutes sleep

surrounded by the chaos

of the airport.

 

Sometimes,

during a long layover

following a red eye flight

you get to eat delicious Persian food

and take a refreshing nap

surrounded by peace

and quiet.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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