In Transit

I am writing from the airport in Dubai. What a long flight, and many more hours yet to go. The flight arrived after dark, the city stunningly beautiful below us. The terminal is majestic, and immense. The waiting area for flights, crowded.

I am struck by the beauty oil money can render. I am also aware those waiting represent any nations and peoples. Their basic goodness shines through. Parents struggle, lovingly, to manage themselves, their luggage, and small children. The airport workers become frustrated by language differences,  and the necessity to communicate complex directions. Continue reading