1. He had left his hat behind. He had left his hat behind along with me.
2. From her perspective the excitement of the trip was tempered by the challenge of sheparding two young children swiftly and safely through the large and potentially unsafe environment that was the San Francisco International Airport; ...
3. Once I step into the cold air that's rarely circulated, my eyes immediately puff up, my skin becomes purplish-white, and without fail, whatever I'm wearing make me look like a dork.
4. With my brain bursting at the seams, only held together by the thin thread of will, I saw down next to her.
5. A tree, a towering red fir, has also been unable to resist the downpour. Our tent had broken its fall.
6. Time seemed obnoxiously slow as I sat on my knees, hacking away at the roots of the thistles.
7. And because I had five hours all to myself, I was fully able to discover the details of airport anxiety.
8. It is so empty, so vacant, so barren.
9. After learning face after face in my exchange school where every small child or young girl wanted to hear me speak my English, here was a pristine face just gazing out of its frame, allowing me silent contemplation.
10. A tree to my right, bright green and fresh, reached to welcome the approaching storm.
11. At times like these, I would trudge up to my room, struggling to lift my lead feet up each step (it's hard to walk when the world is ending), and fling myself on my bed and shut my eyes. Sob sob. Sniffle. Sob sob.
12. Regal pillars guided us toward a relatively small concert hall.
13. I'm worn out and staggering along to make it to the gate.
14. Across the bridge was the city, sparkling as if it knew we were watching.
15. Mike exhales: it seems as though he's been holding his breath since the sun started setting.
16. It was a long, hot September afternoon at the Marin Ballet school, and the air smelled of lemon, begonias and the sweet perspiration of about thirty teenage girls.
17. I had gone to New York City (yes, "The Big Apple" or "The City That Never Sleeps") with just the slightest bit of trepidation; I was a youngling who had grown too attached to her nest, my family and group of friends more like security blankets than comfort.
18. Many fight limbo by stuffing themselves in a book; some arm themselves with decibels and try their luck with an iPod or a phone. Then there are those that have abandoned themselves to defeat and now are lost victims to the eerie urgency of the airport: the kind that look as though they live here in their suits, locked into a laptop, scurrying their fingers over the keyboard; the kind of people that use bodywash instead of soap.
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