Airports

As I write this, at 6:54 am local Frankfurt time, the sun is rising over the far terminal at the airport. I am watching it climb in the sky. In front of me, I see Singapore Airlines, Air India, Qatar Airways, Thai Air, and Lufthansa. And that big, gorgeous sun in an unobstructed sky.

Traveling for work as much as I have of late can be a drag. You're always on someone else's turf working on their schedule. And time is always limited. So my days stretch and stretch into 12 hours or better in the office. Then I work from the hotel until the end of the workday in the U.S. The work is incredibly rewarding and that's why I go through those long days and those numerous weekends that I lose to airports.

But right now, with this sun (and my morning Bitburger), the edge is dulled. For 22 years in Michigan and now another eight around Philadelphia, I have seen this sun rise in a similarly unobstructed sky. When you watch it come up red and then get yellow on it's way to white, how could you not be happy? Or, maybe more in line with today, how is it that people are scared, mad, or indifferent to our environment (terrestrial or celestial)? It's all so beautiful.

I feel that way and I'm seeing it from a mere airport.