Excerpts From My Past: Sitting in the Airport… Part 2

Posted: September 9, 2013 in Uncategorized
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There is a little sparrow that lives in the United Express terminal here in Texas.  At first I thought he was trapped… but my mind has mostly changed on that.  This little bird has adapted well to his new environment.  He is afraid of nothing.  He rubs his beak brashly against the plastic arm rests of the regimented, narrow setting benches as if they were branches of a flowering Dogwood tree.  This fierce bird hustles scraps of food from sensitive souls and leaves fine little trails of bird shit at the edges of his modified perches.  He is an odd contrast to this almost exclusively human microcosm.  The incessant ranting and raving over the loudspeaker seems not to bother him.  Perhaps it sounds to him like bird song does to us.  Maybe not.  This bird is a magician, a top class character who adds an interesting flavor to what surely must just be temporary madness.  When I first entered this chaotic terminal I thought the bird needed to be saved.  After spending some time in his presence I realize that it is only us who are in need of salvation.

sparrow-at-the-airport

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