Where the World Intersects

I love that moment after exiting the TSA area, and after putting on one's shoes and coat, that one walks into the bustling terminal hall filled with hurried luggage-pulling people intently focused on getting to their travel destinations. 

It feels like a mini freeway on legs. 

I smile in appreciation of the moment, where even if just for a second, the disconnected travelers and I share this passing space inside a walled building where I am reminded of my place in a much much larger world.