Good morning world

Through the window I watch the sunrise.  Seated as comfortably as I can in this oft-used airport seat, I await my flight listening to the little girl from the family next to me gaze in awe and excitement as the metallic vehicles come and go to the sky.
A small explosion of dust, probably tire particles and concrete, erupts as a plane just hit ground.
I am tired, but will be home in about 12 hours.

Anticipation still overwhelms my brain, but mainly my lungs and stomach. I try to sit comfortable in these seats.

I shouldn't be in angst. This is the end of my third trip in the past seven months. When all is said and done, I will have visited eight airports and sat on 12 different planes.  I am getting used to it and have come a far way since I swore off flying forever in 2001 after my initial trip to Florida. It has taken 8 years and maybe I am starting, finally, to enjoy the thrill of travel.

Noise fills the space behind me as the gate's waiting area grows. In front of me the sun has just peeked through the morning clouds.  The world is waking up.

It is time for me to join.