An excerpt

I found the following in one of my notebooks this evening. I had forgotten the act of writing it two weeks ago. That, friends, is what happens when one writes before 7 a.m.

6:25 a.m. - Logan runway

Fine. I understand the notion of the War on Terror. But I still have to ask: what does the War on Terror have to do with my Mimosa lip gloss? Why did I have to throw away sheer orange-tinted joy? Mimosas are friendly, neutral. As are my lips.

The sky is pink, and the airport windows show the reflection of sunlight glinting off my plane. It was dark when we arrived here; I have slowly watched the sun rise on my first day of this adventure.

I have no idea of where the hell I am supposed to plug in my headphones.