I’m at BWI waiting for a flight to Boston. My mind is on business and all the things that needs to get done today. As I type an email, I notice a woman and child. She is about 30 years old, red top, slender, plain face but magnetic smile and joyful emerald eyes. Her little one is taking his first steps. In an instant busy heads look up from screens, and taught faces soften into smiles. A transient, isolated mass becomes an instant human community awakened in the present moment. It’s was so brief, but the beauty so powerful as to interrupt and trump everyone’s self importance.
As I sit on the plane waiting for takeoff, I make this journal entry and the beauty of the moment hangs around me like a perfume.