At Gate C7, it’s 6:22am and everyone in the terminal is in the same collective, half awake state of “WHY did I book a flight this early.” Leaning back, head hanging down or to the side. I can’t blame them; the sun hasn’t even come up yet. And it’s snowing. Even the TVs, usually looping the same few morning news stories read “NO SIGNAL.” Between the lack of CNN buzz and the half slumbering passengers-to-be, there’s an eerie, almost peaceful quiet in the terminal. The only reason I’m awake is the energy bar and the Starbucks frapp I had on the way here. A plane arrives and people begin to walk out of Gate C7. They look more with it than anyone else here, but some of them have T-shirts and shorts on. I guess they came from somewhere warmer where the sun has already come up.
Note to self: Take a vacation.
2nd Note to self: DO NOT book a morning flight.