I’m linking up and posting on People Watching and here is a little something I wrote while in the airport a few weeks back…
I see you standing there. Sitting there. Waiting. We’re all going places today and for a few moments or even a few hours we’re in this together. I see the way you stare beyond your book pondering with your earbuds in and your face looks a contemplative, sad. I wonder how you got your legs to fold up like that into comfortable but I know you are even though you aren’t comfortable in your own skin.
And I see you too. Your two littles have pigtails today and keep riding the moving sidewalk to bide the time. They giggle and wave and call out your name through the glass.
And you sir, the one who sat down next to me. I hope you aren’t offended that I turned my screen away. I preferred to avoid the awkward laugh that would occur if you saw I was writing about you. Though, I must say that I am a tad jealous that you have a smartphone.
And darling, can I say that you look adorable with that baby bump. You do. Especially with your other darling in your arms. Curly hair and all.
And little old lady. You are precious. Big glasses, skirt, cane, floppy hat, and a patience unrivaled. You exude elegance.
All the while I wonder what you see when you look at me.
Do you see a girl wearing Africa on her feet. The baobob trees mixed with an African orange. Sunglasses on my head and big earrings to complete the look. Green and pink shirts to add a little brightness. A girl missing Africa. Longing to fill her arms… Loved by a God who meets her here today in a beautiful way. Wide eyed with excitement to go somewhere new and hug on a friend.
Your turn! Write on people watching or something else if you’d like in 5 minutes or less 🙂
b'ahava 