Moving Slowly in a Fast-paced World
The man I share a table with at the airport café snacks on an oversized cookie, takes a quick swig from his paper-cupped coffee with eyes glued to his computer and a cell phone juggled under his chin. Across the way, a mother loudly chastises her young child for dropping muffin crumbs on the ground. She scowls at her spouse and shoos him away to get more napkins as she smoothes her own perfectly coiffed appearance. Outside in the concourse, people rush at (and by) me like flying grains of wheat released from an overflowing silo.