The night air with a hint of autumn chill, the breeze that brings with it the scent of gasoline, fallen leaves, fresh cut grass, and jet fuel. The moonlight and the stars, oh, the stars. The tower, a beacon of blue even in the most torrential downpour. Walking to get my coffee or my tea, saying hello to all the different airport natives, the men and women so close to adventure and yet so deceptively far, just like me.
But, this place IS full of adventure. You just have to step outside, take a little breath, slow down, and see it.
