I’ve always loved airports. I like to put my headphones on and open my eyes to the travel and transition. Everyone’s purposeful movement around my stillness… as if I am a stone in a stream or a tree on a windy hill.

I needed your hand in mine to keep me from floating away like a child’s balloon.

I thought I knew. What it was like to hold someone’s hand. How a hug should feel. What a kiss could do. I was wrong.