I love being in airports when I'm not traveling.  I love picking people up,
specifically.  I love waiting for them and watching all the travelers.  Super
hero bounds along the people mover at 1am.  Mental images of the look on the
man's face when the lost baggage department handed him a tiny baggy of
toiletries instead of his luggage.  "Thanks for flying United" his friend said.
They laughed.  It made me happy to see them in good spirits about the whole
thing.  Airports are their own cities.

21 hours of wakefulness.  Surreal city streets.  Why isn't everyone awake?
Maybe I'll never sleep again.  Until now.