Arrive on the last flight. No greeting. No greeter. Wait patiently. Call. No answer. I don’t understand. Getting late. Cold inside. Terminal closes. Cold outside. Very cold. Not prepared. A line of colorful buses. Mysterious words. Greedy faces. Greedy hands. I spy a kind crinkle around the eyes. Universal language. A door opens. My bag goes inside. I follow its lead and we go for a ride. Through the gate. Going in or going out? Answer to that is still in doubt. Intoxications… aromas. Deep inhale. Not in Kansas. Colors. Symbols. Noise. Music. Wonder. We stop. I follow my bag into the building. Papers exchanged. I follow my bag upstairs, down halls into corner room. Door closes. My bag rests. Open window. Unidentified sounds flow. Unknown scents blow. I know nobody. I owe nobody. I understand nobody. Am I my body? Am I you? Are you me? That is a truth that few can see. I understand.
