There’s something about early morning flying – waking up at 4am, catching an airport shuttle, eating at the airport and getting that $8 morning coffee – that is oddly comforting.
Though the airport may be busy even at 4am, there’s a quietness in all the movement. People are calmer in the morning. They seem more put together. Less prone to anger and annoyance.
The pleasant hum of whispered chatter makes it seem as though everyone has a secret. Perhaps it’s why they’re going where they going, or maybe who they’ll meet when they arrive.
But the stories are different in the morning. The stories are serene. And they comfort me.