At the Airport

Sunrise at O HareI’m at the Chicago airport at 5 AM in the morning. My fellow passengers embarking off the red-eye flight look every bit as tired as I feel. The energy level is floating around zero, and everyone looks like they could do with a hot cup of coffee at Starbucks.

We stumble along from the gate, and suddenly our ears are assaulted with loud, cheerful music. We turn as a group to the source and find ourselves watching as a shopkeeper sets up for the day – He has turned on his favorite music, and is singing along loudly to it with a jolly rumble and a shake to the tune.

Despite all the tiredness, I can’t help breaking out into a smile and feeling my spirits rise. The shopkeeper shakes his hands to the music, oblivious to the crowd watching. I see more smiles break out around me as the guy’s cheerful spirit infects us and puts a zing into our step.


I wander away, thinking how priceless it is to be able to wake up in the morning and love whatever it is that you are doing so much that you can do a little dance.


6 thoughts on “At the Airport

  1. @Sathya: True! We dont notice the little things which really matter πŸ™‚

    @Sanjeev: Lol! Its more the mark of a weary traveller πŸ˜› But good to know you still read my blog πŸ™‚

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