arriving at an airport 11 hours early by accident, not much to do, not much distractions,

I feel such a range of emotions - joy , enthusiasm, frustration, horniness, peace, self-pity, impatience.

A moment I am swept away by frustration, feeling this is a time to let a connection die, 

feeling this is the moment the love and connection are being torn,

but a moment later it is revealed that connection has deeper roots under the ground, or has grown back stronger. A surprising sense of peace and satisfaction returns.

Am I following an illusion or are we destined to discover how deep those roots go?


..anyway, don't spend 11 hours in an airport - it sucks!