She Said

We make up stories about the people who pass us in the airport.

There is the woman carrying the cylindrical case. Inside was her bow and arrow. She is an acrobatic archer who can swing from a trapeze and hit the bulls eye, under water.

There is the hipster, with the bleached blond hair covering his eyes. He is on his way to NYC. He thinks he's a street artist. His bags are packed with spray paint, stencils and stickers with his tag already printed. He is going to scope out alleys at midnight.

Then the sailors. I am certain I got them correct. On their way to Hawaii, who as my niece pointed out is the Island just visible from the Edisto sound when we were kayaking.

She also noticed the dark clouds, "it's still night over there".