I had a layover.
I don't usually like them.
But tonight I did.
The sun was setting.
A brilliant orange ball that cast a pink shadow on everything it touched.
It was so bee-U-Tee-ful.
Even the escaltor looked charming.
That's what a guy on the terminal train said in his Texas accent.
Look at that sun.
Why that's just beee-uuuu-tee-ful.
And it was.
I don't see sunsets like this often.
I stared and stared.
And it made me happy.
Happy to be in the airport.
Which I don't usually like.
Texans are nice.
And they dress nice too.
Everyone looks so fancy.
I don't see one person sporting lots of tatoos, wearing shorts.
Which is what you see when you are in a California airport.
Am I in the businessmen terminal?
Maybe I'm at the wrong gate.
I better check my ticket.
Cuz that would be my luck.
Flying to some business city like Chicago, when I'm supposed to be traveling to Kansas.