“I just feel like sitting down right here,” she said matter-of-factly. Her husband smiled, but arched his eyebrows slightly as she slid down the wall and sat softly on the floor.<\/p>\n
“I didn’t think you were really gonna do it,” he smiled. He placed the baby carrier next to her as they rested in the jetbridge between the terminal building and the airplane. They were last in line, and the quietness of the morning and relief at making the flight comforted their expressions. She looked at her baby, who must have been less than six months old, and tucked in his blanket a bit more.<\/p>\n
The line wasn’t moving, but a sense of purpose filled the air; everyone seemed to know that everything would work out, the pieces would fall in the right places, and the queue was silent.<\/p>\n
“I really want to see Troy<\/i>,” she said, eyes fixed on the opposite wall.<\/p>\n
“You like war movies?” he asked.<\/p>\n
“I like big movies. Epics, you know…”<\/p>\n
“And Brad Pitt.”<\/p>\n
“Well yeah, that too…”<\/p>\n
“I heard he’s bare-assed in that movie.”<\/p>\n
“I heard that too. I don’t like him so much with long hair…”<\/p>\n
Their exchange continued unabated as I looked forward from my spot just in front of them in the line to board the plane. It was moving again, and I picked up my bag, scooting it forward another few feet until the line stopped.<\/p>\n
I loved the quality of that conversation. It didn’t have the crackling chemistry of a movie exchange; it wasn’t packed with information like the meeting I had attended the day before in Albuquerque, but to me it was everything wrapped up into one: Everything I had seen in the expanse of the desert sky the night before, just after dusk when the planets scouted the way for the stars to follow, attached to the hemisphere overhead just above the deepening yellow, as the color took a smooth turn into the perfect blue of the zenith. It was everything that swept over me as I stepped alone onto a moving walkway in between terminals, catching a connecting flight, everything I held inside me as I quietly fell in love with the back of a young lady’s head on an airplane, peering around the edge of the aisle seat every chance I got to see if she would turn her head.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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