True love.
After a long flight, waiting for my connecting one home I
observed the following:
Several women of all ages; one or two businessmen (an early
afternoon flight, which meant that most businessmen were either still having
meetings or not yet ready to come for the next day’s appointments); several
high-school aged persons, presumably school had either not yet started, or they
already had a school break; one father and daughter and last, but certainly not
least, one middle-aged man holding his sleeping wife.
Why were they there – and so tired – in the middle of the
day? Return from a far-away vacation, family reunion? Whatever the reason his allowing
her to sleep as comfortably as possible, leaning against him seems to me to
have been ordinary love at its best.
