and the stench of vomit hovers. Free wif-fi, though.
Can't complaint about that. I'm sitting in the
International Food Hall which is aglow in neon
and overuse. We are all transients.
This airport could use a park.
Some cool breezes.
A mountain or two.
And an ocean.
Next time I pass through here I'm going to bring
my own sod and a bench and trees. And a breeze.
Can't forget the breeze.